false being sniffles, rubs her hands together and blows in the middle of her palms . plants weren’t meant for the cold and it’s only now that she could come out of her home and bloom, in a way . she stretches as her head tilts up to soak up the sun . it was pleasant, a moment of peace in her otherwise chaotic life , and seemed to last forever until she found herself somewhere she didn’t want to be . invisible wings stretch out and flap, a gust of wind coming to blow her hair in her face to which she moves .
angel is confused, considering her work for the big guy in the sky was done for, forever perhaps, so being transported to a new mission didn’t sound plausible . she shifts in this uncomfortable situation and scans the area with false fear, it’s then that she smells a hint of familiarity, and her panic settles into something sweet . she bounces, makes her way over, and pounces on the person who gives off such a smell .
` roman ! i’ve missed ya so much . ❜
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