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Vergilius ([personal profile] immortalpoet) wrote 2024-05-23 12:20 am (UTC)

It does. And you burn me, most pleasurably. Your warmth is like no other.

[And she has been in hell. He wanders through the Inferno, even now, even in this place. The way she compliments him makes his ears warm up, and its like she's holding her hands against them with the way it feels wonderfully smothering.]

[Your gaze can be heavenly, she says. But how can it be? So many lives. So many destruction.]

[If the angel instructs it, however, then maybe it is so. His hand stroke through her hair, the other coming to knead over the base of her neck.]

[It terrifies him, the strength of emotion in his chest.]


Even heaven can be a burden. [But he'll try to take the compliment.] But you, who have been through everything...I'd lay down a carpet of roses for you on the way there. I would.

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