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It was a simple winter evening, watching people passing by as his gaze slowly was drawn toward the primarch by his side. Perhaps a simple outing, as he had wanted to get to know Sandalphon more– something about him was captivating. Perhaps it was only chance that he had come to his aid, but perhaps it was fate… the world was mysterious, just like the one next to him.
Perhaps it was only a coincidence that he noticed the small plant hanging about the doorway they were entering.
What a strange feeling, coming along with this strange situation that made his fingers tingle softly. Eyelids flickering softly as he looked up to see the small plant hanging above their head. It wasn’t a foreign sight to him, whether it was in the Skyrealm or here– he had been approached many times since he offered to lend the Captain his aid.
It was just like Valentines day or any gift giving day, people were always so captivated by him– offering him meaningless platitudes of chocolates and gifts. Such things he couldn’t care less for… but experiencing the local traditions that he had watched others participate in. If he could describe it in one word… it was happy.
‘ …Human traditions are rather strange, don’t you think? ’
Surely they were strange, there was no doubt in his mind about that– giving a sign of affection merely for walking under a traditional holiday plant was baffling to his own thoughts; but that only made them all the more interesting. Speaking up with his voice soft and words sweet,
‘ I know neither of us have sentiments towards these traditions, but I still wish to experience them. ’
With that, the angel decided to finally move, his wings fluttering softly as he felt the snow falling gently on this cool winter night.
Leaning down, he placed a hand softly on the other’s cheek; holding it in place for what he was about to do next. His lips barely touched the edges of Sandalphon’s lips, only leaving the soft sensation of a peck there– just barely touching them. The angel knew that if it was any more, he might lash out. A fleeting moment, but it was one that Lucio would cherish.
Before he could move away, he leaned closer to whisper in the other’s ear, words that only would reach the primarch.
‘ …Thank you for allowing me such an indulgence as this, Supreme Primarch. ’
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