“You don’t say,” she murmured dryly and floated through the gate ahead of him. She turned to take his arm with a curious look. “I suppose you’ll just have to take me somewhere else then to make up for it. Although, a bar brawl is always a big hit for stories in the garrison.” She unfurled an invisible wing. She held it so that they were hidden from view of the approaching garda.
She pulled herself close to the vampire, a sweet smile lacing her lips. “Just promise I’ll get to eat the cake first before you decide to pummel the locals? Please?” They walked a bit before they emerged onto a main thoroughfare. Fireworks went off overhead suddenly.
Anna craned her neck behind her to see the river illuminated with at least a dozen fireworks. She let go of Mitchell’s arm and walked backwards a few steps. Her eyes were focused on the skies and the explosions.
“Look at that,” she hummed. “Watch this.” She winked at him and flicked three fingers left. A large waterfall firework in silver turned into an outline of angel and then crackled into nothingness. The angel smiled at her handiwork, reaching for Mitchell’s arm again. “Did you ever see fireworks at home before?”
Her hazel eyes lit up with the echo of more fireworks bursting overhead. “Maybe we should go back towards the river. It seems like something is going tonight.”
"He threw his beer at you," Mitchell defended. As far as the vampire was concerned, the man deserved it after he’d assaulted Anna. The fresh blood in Mitchell’s system was probably to blame for his immediate decision to hit back, as opposed to sticking up for Anna in a less violent manner, but he knew he would have done anything to stick up for her; blood drunk or not.
He walked with her along the alley with that thought in mind, holding Anna close, until the fireworks began and distracted him from his thoughts. Following after the angel once she’d stepped away from him, Mitchell watched as the sky lit up and the fireworks took on a different shape. An angel. His previous annoyance at what had happened to Anna in the bar quickly melted away. Replaced by a bright grin as he looked back down at her.
"No," taking Anna’s arm, he pulled her close again as they began to walk back towards the river; leaving the pub and the police behind, "We didn’t have this kind of thing back then. Not unless you were rich." And that part of Dublin certainly wasn’t.
Leisurely walking along the path back to the Liffey, Mitchell cast his gaze up to the sky as it lit up with more fireworks. Bright colours of silver and blues and greens banishing away the darkness of the sky and river before they fizzled away. Even with the loud pops and crackles overhead, there was something calming about walking that path with Anna, and being able to revisit his old, human home gave Mitchell questions of his own.
"How about when you were human?" She hadn’t told him much about that time, other than how it had ended, and with a slight smile as he looked across to her he hoped she wouldn’t mind him asking now, "You remember your first fireworks?"