[as her touch drifts over him, he closes his eyes again. there's still the occasional flicker of shadow that lingers in the air around them—albeit lesser than when uriel first found him—as though the manifestation of his emotions bleeding out.]
... Well, the afterlife has always been where beings, in death, can be granted a moment of selfish thinking.
[ the movement does catch her attention from time to time, causing a quiet curiosity, but she doesn't ask. instead, Uriel presses a light kiss near his eye now. her affections have always been fleeting, light, but now they linger. ]
[ Uriel nearly shakes her head at the thought. she settles on wrapping her arms around his middle, turning her head to rest it against his shoulder. trying not to overthink it as she looks to the whisps of shadows again. ]
No, you haven't.
[ maybe a little... though concerning what she's been asking personally, he hasn't. even if that wish is probably the one thing she'd wish to not be denied. but, a promise is a promise. ]
[ it is the Chandra she knows. she emits a breathy laugh, tilting his chin so she can give him a small kiss. ]
Mmm, should I? I suppose so. [ a little mischief, to chase away that bit of pain. ] Though, you're quite lucky yourself, to be loved by an archangel from Eden.
[ a familiar story hums in response, quiet, observing, remembering every moment to memory. a story that will become bittersweet. ]
[he lets her, and he'll kiss back, just as light.]
Haha... well, then I'll accept that honour as well.
[he hears that hum, and he thinks of what he and lavi—well-meaning, clueless lavi—talked about just earlier tonight.
i just think it's a shame, is all. that i won't see more of yours and everyone's stories.
not everything will have a satisfactory ending.
yeah, i know. ... it might not be happy, but i think it can still be satisfactory.
... i guess so. after all, that's up to everyone's individual idea of it.
this story isn't a happy one, and cannot be—the "end" chandra seeks for himself is different from uriel's. (and uriel might realize now, perhaps, why chandra asked the things he did.) all he can do now is try and give uriel some semblance of closure, so that this story at least won't be an unfinished one.]
[ she brushes his cheek again, her other hand drawing back to rest on his chest. giving but a single tap.
their moment together is so fleeting, so small, compared to the lifeline of a God, a deity, with their endless time. and she knows it isn't something that can be forgotten so easily but. at those last moments, she wants him to remember that right here, what she feels, is real. this fondness, affection, love she feels... is very real.
she chases after his light kiss with another, a small craving to indulge a bit more. she Will keep kissing him in the middle of Satan's house i guess. ]
[everything is fleeting—though in the end, if one were to look at the bigger picture, that can be said of anything in life. when eternity stretches on, rendering everything into dust, all you can do is try and find meaning in these moments. (even if it's not enough to sustain an existence with his inherent purpose ripped out of him.)
at this point, it might just be licking each other's wounds; placing a bandage over a wound that won't heal. but that's what everything amounts to, really, until beings like them find their end.
so yeah, they will just keep kissing in satan's house ig. sorry satan.]
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... Well, the afterlife has always been where beings, in death, can be granted a moment of selfish thinking.
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Then it's fine, right? If I stay here with you.
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... I haven't denied you yet, have I?
[though perhaps that's cruel to say, knowing that he is in fact denying what she undoubtedly wishes she could ask for.]
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No, you haven't.
[ maybe a little... though concerning what she's been asking personally, he hasn't. even if that wish is probably the one thing she'd wish to not be denied. but, a promise is a promise. ]
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[in the end, all he can do to cope with the moment is return to his usual attitude.]
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Mmm, should I? I suppose so. [ a little mischief, to chase away that bit of pain. ] Though, you're quite lucky yourself, to be loved by an archangel from Eden.
[ a familiar story hums in response, quiet, observing, remembering every moment to memory. a story that will become bittersweet. ]
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Haha... well, then I'll accept that honour as well.
[he hears that hum, and he thinks of what he and lavi—well-meaning, clueless lavi—talked about just earlier tonight.
i just think it's a shame, is all. that i won't see more of yours and everyone's stories.
not everything will have a satisfactory ending.
yeah, i know. ... it might not be happy, but i think it can still be satisfactory.
... i guess so. after all, that's up to everyone's individual idea of it.
this story isn't a happy one, and cannot be—the "end" chandra seeks for himself is different from uriel's. (and uriel might realize now, perhaps, why chandra asked the things he did.) all he can do now is try and give uriel some semblance of closure, so that this story at least won't be an unfinished one.]
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[ she brushes his cheek again, her other hand drawing back to rest on his chest. giving but a single tap.
their moment together is so fleeting, so small, compared to the lifeline of a God, a deity, with their endless time. and she knows it isn't something that can be forgotten so easily but. at those last moments, she wants him to remember that right here, what she feels, is real. this fondness, affection, love she feels... is very real.
she chases after his light kiss with another, a small craving to indulge a bit more. she Will keep kissing him in the middle of Satan's house i guess. ]
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at this point, it might just be licking each other's wounds; placing a bandage over a wound that won't heal. but that's what everything amounts to, really, until beings like them find their end.
so yeah, they will just keep kissing in satan's house ig. sorry satan.]
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