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A tired head angel and yet he still continues pushing himself. Sweeping the hall clean with a small yawn, hidden behind a gloved hand, the head angel can’t help but hope that someone doesn’t track dirty feet while he’s tidying.
A busy angel as always. Sometimes, it’d be nice if he could get a little help around the castle.
angelicxallegory replied to your post:you got the booty that makes people go; " H O T D...
“Well they’re not wrong.”
“...” He’s just going to squint.
Just keep working yourself sick, head angel. You’ll drop eventually.
gluttonouspreservation replied to your post: “Hey, Wodahs. Gotta question... ”:
"What's a good pet for me?"
“A good pet for you? That’s quite the odd question there. Why the curiosity?”
gluttonouspreservation replied to your post:"Rough night, rough night? Want a bat?"
“More for Rawberry.~…. Wanna talk about it?”
Honestly he can’t understand the girl and weird tastes but then again she was...His lips draw into a frown, his eye glancing away for a moment. Out of all people, it had to be Rawberry. Rawberry.
“I’m...fine.” He mutters, lying through his teeth. He didn’t really want to talk about it.
angelicxallegory replied to your post:"He, head angel, I kinda found this old scrap of...
“I thought I had the words down and then… jeez.” She shifted a little bit, looking away, the paper pinched all too tightly between her thumb and finger of one hand, “… I just.. want to know if you love me.”
...She wanted to know what. Grey optic blinks, looking at the tiny angel before him. Processing the words she had uttered in his head, it was surprising to hear her ask, well say, that. A gloved hand is brought up, balled into a fist for him to cough into. Clearing his throat before he even decides to say anything and get choked up about.
The angel never thought about how he felt for Alela before. Well, he has but that was in the past. During the war when he had a grasp on his emotions. He knows this little angel, took care of her and worried about her more than he needed to. And yet, he still smiled then when he saw her. Was that love? His eye closes, gloved hand dropping to place an open palm on his chest. His heart is beating quite fast for a simple question.
“Alela.” The head angel speaks, his words soft for that moment. “You...There’s a lot that I think about you. Be it from that time ago during the war, or even now as we work together. But those things don’t change my view of you in the slightest.
“Yes, you may ruin my garden sometimes, or dirty the halls that I’ve just cleaned but it doesn’t mean you’re any less than what I already think of you. You’ve saved me countless of times in the past, something I didn’t think anyone would have done but you were different...I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly died worrying over you when you went out on your own or did your own things. I swore to protect you then, and I keep that promise now.
“I suppose what I’m trying to say here is...” He inhales, an inward smile being made to himself at how much he’s spoken already. “Yes. I do love you.”
