" i'm a delicate maiden like freshly fallen snow, a fragile flower too shy to blossom. i could never hurt a fly. you believe me, don't you, caelus ~ ? "
As if the idea of second thought had to conjure in his mind in any capacity. There's a fire in his eyes, a knowing of the devious devil tail set in that romanticism this Angel of the Ether presences. Even before her divine glories of that scintillating light, he'd step regardless, daring to face this raw definition of confidence within that instant as she plays upon the whims of innocence. Now, just how exactly should he play into the picture her creative words painted?
All while she redefines a cult classic known as the Mona Lisa. Even Caelus, for all his experience can't deny the goddamn way she snatched his breath away in this fleeting moment. Intent roars through his very being despite the firm reign his spiritual grasp keeps upon Trailblazing instinct. "Now there's a world of things I can imagine with you. ..But is this a fairy tale you tucked close? Being that maiden synonymous with innocence?" An amused brow quirks at the note, all while those burning golds focused upon her.
Through a touch of Preservation, raw heat pressure ignites from the souls, gravitating him towards that dominion of her covenant, arms fixed upon those metallic wings as he dared to peer right up to this new definition of divinity.
"But hurting? I'm not so sure, don't a delicate lady like you have her share of edges she's showing off here?" From the razor like wings of her angelic hubris, a singular finger draws across that lethality personified, soon working shameless direction across the course of that silken clad thigh.
"Don't you know how many wars you'd start with radiance like this alone? All in your name?"
