⁽⋅ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ ⁾

#this is a 5 month old starter call but hEY IM BACK

like for starters from the flower angel !!

A spirit watches.

#rip cobmee #i also liked cosmea too much to abandon her fully

[undignifiedhalo] "Well aren't you a walking pollen disaster."

‘ W-What…? Is that an insult, or…? ’

undignifiedhalo

“Take it as you will.. But I must ask, why are you covered in more flowers then a florist in an earthquake?”

#undignifiedhalo #r u d e

‘ I only have six flowers on me, thank you─ and wouldn’t it be somewhat obvious? I’m of Liliya’s world, the head angel, in fact─ Cosmea. ’

[undignifiedhalo] "Well aren't you a walking pollen disaster."

‘ W-What...? Is that an insult, or...? ’

#undignifiedhalo #rude #Anonymous

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✌

“ᴵ’ᵐ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ˢᵗᵃᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᶠᵃᶜᵗˢ⁻﹗

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ᴳᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ⋅”

❛ Nah. You love me and you know it. ❜ He plants a kiss on his cheek.

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“Yᵒᵘʳ ᶫᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇʳᵃᶦᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᶫᵃˢˢ⋅ ᴵ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗ ᶦᵗ, ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⋅”

❛ Don’t be a meanie, Rigatoni. ❜ He pouts, latching onto him.

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ᴴᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉ⁻ᵘˢᵘᵃᶫ ˢᵗᵃᶰᶜᵉ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶫᶦᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ˢʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ’ˢ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵃˢ ᵃ Kᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒᵐᵃᶜʰ ᵃᶫᵃˢ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵍʳᵉʷ ʷᵉᵃᵏ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᶦᶰᵍ Cᵒˢᵐᵉᵃ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵒᶰ⋅ ᴹᵘˢᵗᵉʳᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ᵃ ᵇᵘᶰᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢᵉᶫᵉˢˢ ᵐᵘᵐᵇᶫᵉˢ ﹠ ᵍʳᵘᵐᵇᶫᵉˢ, ᵗʳʸᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᶰᶜᵉᵃᶫ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵇʳᶦᵍʰᵗᵉᶰᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʳᵉᵈ⋅ Sᵖʳᵉᵃᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵛᶦʳᵘˢ ᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃʳ⋅

“ᴹ⁻ᵐᵐ⋅⋅⋅”

❛ . . . ❜ She affectionately presses her cheek to her love’s, humming softly as her wings coil around her back to hug her close. nothing would ever take her away. ❛ . . . You’re so cute. I love you, Rigatona. ❜ And, with that, she pressed a kiss to her soft lips.

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“ᴬʰ⋅⋅ ᴵ’ᵐ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵗᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵃᶫ ʷᶦᵗʰ ⁹⁸﹪ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵘᶫᶫˢʰᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵖᶦᵗˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ Cᵒˢᵐᵉᵃ’ˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᶰᵒʷ⋅”

❛ What’s the other two percent ? Maybe I can provide ~ ? ❜

#rigxtone #o bb

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“Ｉ－ＩｋｎｏｗＩ’ｍａｂｉｔｃｈａｏｔｉｃｉｎｔｈｅｈｅａｄｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ，ｍｏｖｅｔｏｏｆａｓｔａｎｄｈａｓｔｙｗｉｔｈｃｈｏｉｃｅｓａｎｄｒｅｓｐｏｎｓｉｂｉｌｉｔｙ．Ｎｏｔａｓｋｉｎｄａｓｙｏｕｒｆｅｗｐａｒｔｎｅｒｓ，Ｉ．．．Ｉ’ＩＩｔｒｙｔｈｏｕｇｈｂｅｃａｕｓｅｙｏｕ’ｖｅｉｍｐｒｏｖｅｄｍｙｅｎｔｉｒｅｌｉｆｅｓｐａｎ．Ａｌｌｏｆｉｔ．”

❛ . . . i like how you are. i like every inch of you, every fiber of your being─ i love all of it. with you, i’m happy. so let’s be happy together. ❜ she gives her the brightest smile she can muster, the kindest gaze she can pull. and all of it was real. just the sheer amount of love she had for this angel was astounding, and she wouldn’t want to rid of it for anything.

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“Hｅｙ… ｄｏｙｏｕｅｖｅｒｔｈｉｎｋａｂｏｕｔｔｈｅｆｕｔｕｒｅ?”

Oʳ ᵐᵉˢˢᶤᶰᵍ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢᵗ. Tʰᵉ Gᵒᵈᵈᵉˢˢ; Cʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ‘Tᵒʸˢ’. Rᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵃ ᶜʸᶜˡᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᶠᵘᶰ ᶜᵃʳᵈ ᵗʳᶤᶜᵏ ᶤˢᶰ’ᵗ ᶤᵗ? Hᵃᶰᵈˢ ˢʰᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ.

❛ . . . the future ? ❜ a moment is taken to ponder what the other meant; the future was . . . rarely on her mind, but perhaps she could provide an answer. she never once could remember. she squeezes her hands, noticing that they were shaking. ❛ . . . not often. but when i do, sometimes, i worry. other times, i await it eagerly. with you, my future seems a lot less bleak, so . . . i hope that i made your future a bit brighter, too, in the end . . . ❜

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Hᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉᵃᶰˢ ᵃ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ ᶜᵒˢᵐᵉᵃ ᶤˢ ‘Eˣᶤˢᵗᶤᶰᵍ’. Nᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᶤᶰᵉˢˢ. Pᵘʳᵉ ᵇˡᶤˢˢᶠᵘˡᶰᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵃ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉ ᵍʳᵒʷ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤᶰᶰᵒᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᵏᶤᵖ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ. Sᶤˡᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᵍʳᵉʷ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵈᶤˢᵗᵃᶰᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ.

silence grew, but words were not needed anyways. she closes that gap, wrapping wings and arms around her, resting her head atop her chest and nuzzling her affectionately. she was all she needed, the gap in her crumbling heart was piecing itself back together. ❛ . . . you’re all i need. ❜

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Dᶤᵈ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶰʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ᶠᵒʳ Cᵒˢᵐᵉᵃ? Tʰᵃᵗ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵃʸ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵃᶰ ᶤᶰˢᵗᵃᶰᵗ. Tʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵏᵉᵉᵖˢ ᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᶤᶰᵍ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵃʸ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵠᵘᶤᶜᵏ ʰᵃˢᵗᵉ. Rᵉᶜᶤᵖʳᵒᶜᵃᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶤᶰᵍˢ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᵏᶤˢˢ, ᵖᵃˢˢᶤᵒᶰ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶠˡᵒʷᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ.

“…Mｍ…”

wings encircling her squeeze her a bit, and she presses into the kiss softly. she was happy. when they could just do this, it felt like all her worries melted away, her agony evaporated into this air...

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inversiisms

Wᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ˢᵖᵒᵏᵉᶰ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗ ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗ. Rᶤᵍᵃᵗᵒᶰᵃ’ˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖ ᵃ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷᵃᶤˢᵗ. Nᵉᵉᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ Cʰᵉʳᵘᵇᶤᵐ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵇʸ ʰᵉʳ ˢᶤᵈᵉ; Oʰ ᶤᶠ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᶠᵉʷ ᵏᶰᵉʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ Aᶰᵍᵉˡ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵛᶤᵈᵉ. Sʰᵉ ʷᵃᶰᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵏᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ.

“…”

❛ . . . ah ? ❜ she was confused. why was she being so affectionate? why was she bothering to love her, despite all the disgusting wounds that painted her broken body...? she didn’t know why. but, even then, she was in love. in so, so much love... ❛ . . . i love you. you, who accepts all my faults, and loves them─ i’ll stay close to you. when i’m with you . . . my habit . . . stays low. ❜

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ϟ (throws this here cause why not-)

from the other, she was a bit surprised to feel such an action─ however, she definitely wasn’t complaining. she gazes at her curiously, a question laden in her eyes. ❛ … why are you touching them … ? there’s too many to count, right ? ❜

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“You can tell me if you’d like for me to stop.”

The scars are painful to look at. Even when they are artistically shattered about on her body; It’s saddening yet she figured it was just a part of the role a head angel plays. However she didn’t wish to ask where the other had got them.

“Do they hurt?” She asked with the knowledge that her injury would often sting and flash a brief moment of pain.