Finale

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Finale

Today, tonight? Has been a long, long day. At least you've been afforded some small window of rest after the carnival, for however relaxing it might not have been. Hopefully by now you've been able to process some of what's happened, or maybe you're just looking past it.

Either way, a little over an hour after the Goddess of Ish's dreams vanished, she reappears.

[OOC: Welcome to endgame! We'll have some IC discussion and then characters will split into two different teams. Here's to the end, wherever that leads! ]

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[oncefallen]

[Vanis' laugh is equally warm, which it so rarely is. It's warm, and it's happy, and for the first time he thinks he truly understands what that word means. If this is what falling meant he could have, then he'll never regret making that decision so many years ago.

Maybe angels weren't made for this. But they aren't angels anymore, are they?]

As many times as you want...

[And then his lips are on Sariel's again with a gentleness that surprises even himself. He doesn't want to stop, either, wants to lose himself in Sariel and this moment and just hold it tight.]

[antline]

Oh.

[As he wants. Again that wanting thing. He never wanted. He only did.]

[Vanis is kissing him again. It feels different from the kissing they did during that game, once upon a time. It's more sure, now.]

[He returns the kisses, awkward as anything, but certain in it regardless. His hand is reaching up to pet through the other's hair.]

I now understand why...people like this so much.

[oncefallen]

[He leans his head into that touch, letting his eyelids flutter shut for a brief moment to just enjoy the feeling.]

Sometimes they do this to express love, you know.

[It's saying it without actually saying it, because even after all of this, they aren't words he feels he's equipped to say just yet. He still isn't sure he understands the word in all of its meanings, but he's sure that it's what he feels, and that's the part that matters.]

[antline]

Yes, I was told that before.

[Love. How many times has he heard that? Over and over, and yet, it still feels like some vague concept he has yet to grasp.]

[What is love?]

[Does a fallen angel deserve to feel it? He clasps his hand over the other's cheek, bending in to touch their foreheads.]

If love feels anything like this...then I want to feel it forever.

[oncefallen]

So do I.

[He was made from the anger of a being who was made from love yet doesn't understand it at all. Maybe what he's feeling isn't really love... he doesn't know. He does know that to him, that's what it is.

And he's going to treasure it, the first emotion that is really and truly his own.]

I want to feel it with you.

[antline]

With me?

[Of course, silly. it's with you.]

[He's still flustered, though, still tripping over little self worth, so used to serving others.]

You're always...so kind. Vanis. I. I don't have words. I'm sorry. Me too. With you, I mean.

[Here, have a kiss, instead, a little peck. He doesn't know what else to say.]

[oncefallen]

You don't need words. [...] I don't need words.

[It's murmured softly, against Sariel's lips. The kiss he gives in return is a little deeper, a little more heated.

Please, stay with me. Don't leave me alone.]

Just show me.

[Because that much, at least, is something they both can understand.]

[antline]

You don't?

[Oh, that's a kiss. That's different. It's not what he feels with the ones on the cheek or the head. Somehow, it makes everything feel fluttery, like a butterfly. Like he's nervous, but it's a good sort of nervous.]

Oh. You don't.

[Show him. He doesn't know much. It feels fumbling, uncertain, but he'll do his best to match it. A little deeper, a little more pressure. If that kiss made him feel good, maybe it will make Vanis feel good, too.

[oncefallen]

[It does make him feel good-- so much so that he realizes they need to put the brakes on this before it begins to get out of hand, because unlike Sariel, he knows exactly where this is headed and while he wants it (he wants it so, so much, wants to know what it will feel like when it's more than just something done for a good time or physical release or to get something he wants), he doesn't want it to be like this.

(Him, being a romantic for real? What a strange thought.)

He kisses back, but keeps his end of things a bit more restrained. He just hopes Sariel won't take it the wrong way.]

... not here, though. But... later.

[With the adrenaline from the fight starting to wear off and the pain growing more insistent and harder to ignore, he's going to need some healing first anyway. Still, it's a promise, and for once it's one he intends - and wants - to keep.]

[antline]

[Oh. Yes, he can feel him pulling back, but at least what he thinks is the reason, he can realize quickly. He almost forgot about it in the heat of the moment.]

You're wounded. [Another pet to the head, expression apologetic.] I understand. You need to rest...you did a lot, Vanis.

[And he's just happy he's here, and that nothing permanent happened to him. Maybe if he died, he would be an object too, but he can't say he'd want them both to be in the same state.]

[A little smile, as he pets through his hair. Still a little frazzled, but he feels so warm all over. Its so pleasant.]

Later, when you feel better...I will check on you. Okay.

[oncefallen]

Haha... I did it for you, you know. So I could see you again.

[It's more than a little selfish, he knows. It isn't that he doesn't care about the others too, but... this is different. This is special.]

I don't regret it at all, even getting hurt.

[But... ah, it does hurt, and he can't quite hide the wince on his next inhalation. Sariel isn't wrong about him needing to rest, much as he hates to admit it.

Still, his own fingers stroke through Sariel's hair in return, just savoring the softness, the reality of Sariel being once more physical and alive.]