[ 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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[ 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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