@bodyshophorror "I have no reason to be wary of you." Jophiel retracted her hand promptly, perking a brow.
"If our proximity is uncomfortable to you; however, I should probably let you be. There's no joy in my heart to think I am hurting you."
@bodyshophorror "Jophiel." One of many names and titles but ultimately the only one that mattered to her.
She takes the offered hand, delicately awarding him a shake. As is becoming of the archangel of Love, her skin feels as soft and delicate as rose petals.
"Nice to meet you...?"
she can't think any longer. Overwhelmed in perpetuity. Fractions of her being are gifted to visions, focused and forced to live through them, unable to answer when called.
Left to wait.
Soon...
...
... Soon...
He's... He's...
Elsewhere banishes the confusion, coddling the scattered mind of Love. Pulling her back from the brink of consciousness, letting the visage of her prison be consumed by a falsehood instead.
By the Almighty's power, his daughter is drowning... So splintered
something akin to relief or encouragement sounding in the jumbled noises.
Sorry...
Jophiel wants to say it. Her lips twitch, tongue painstakingly sliding but no energy gathers to apologize to this guest she's being so rude to.
Guest?
That isn't right. That's someone important.
a figment of her imagination.
No.
Maybe...?
Maybe someone was touching her. Tugging at her cheek. Frantic almost...
...
It didn't matter. Her eyelids could not stay open, blurred flashes of chains and a figure impeded by other lives...
She blinked, hearing a tick of
Someone was talking. A voice muffled and distant as if heard through water. Incoherent syllables that idly shifted in intensity.
She couldn't recognize the voice... Or maybe? Maybe she could. She didn't know any longer.
Unable to discern if the pulling feeling on her flesh was
@devilishmidboss written by her own innate powers.
And while she could appreciate the sentiment behind Shadow's offer... The angel could not rightfully agree to such a thing... Could she?
"I am not so selfish that I would use you or your heart and then cast it away in the morning..."
@devilishmidboss "You don't find that a cruelty?" Jophiel wonders, hand ensnared. She does little to pull back. In her mind; the damage has been done.
To be determined if this is a regrettable choice or not...
"To indulge in a falsehood?" This was just another temptation. Only now it was
@devilishmidboss "Yes, but not like this." Jophiel wears her concern.
This part of her physiology is rather difficult to her. She... Had enjoyed the kiss but to undo the aftermath every time?
A hand pressed to his chest, right over that poor poisoned heart.
"Thank you, now hold still."
@devilishmidboss Confusion wends into her vision, gaze shifting almost abashedly at his words.
"It's forged." She answers, as if they were the obvious thing. "Created by a kiss, not time nor courting. Your heart doesn't deserve to be captive in such a manner."
Calm, the angel nods as they sway.
@devilishmidboss "I have never partaken."
She exhales, almost looking concerned...
"I am the embodiment of love, to kiss my lips? You are beholden to my power. True love now holds your heart, for me." A huff.
There was a reason she didn't go around kissing people.
"I can undo it, one moment."
@devilishmidboss "Wait—!"
Jophiel doesn't get the warning out on time...
She is merely caught, wrapped up, ensnared into a long kiss that has the angel steadily forgetting her worries...
A bashful heat finds her cheeks when they part.
"You should not have done that." She mutters.