He hadn’t struck her down yet. And, as a demon...
that was strange indeed, but very welcome as well.
Glancing at the apple in his hand, her own clutched
at her chest, squeezing her delicate fingers around
the soft fabric of her cape. Wings curling back down,
sensing no threat, she took a single step forward.
Then another, and another, until she was only a foot
or so away from his hand. Mutely retracting her hand
from her chest, she carefully rested it on the apple
and gripping softly, taking it from his grip into her own.
she doesn’t know if it’s a trap, but... looking at him,
he really didn’t seem like he was trying to pull anything.
❛ . . . If it’s your wish, I suppose I’ll try it. ❜
And, with that, she bit into the apple─ noting he really
wasn’t kidding about the sheer sweetness of the apples.
After swallowing, she offered him a faint smile, compared
to her former blank visage, and tilted her head somewhat.
❛ . . . You were telling the truth. They are quite sweet. ❜