"Little Dove?"
The familiar deep voice rang out, calling Elyon.
"We have come to check on you once more."
@damientheprideprince
" What is it you want devil-...." Elyon spat out with a huff he'd grown disgusted with his current predicament despite the plush velvety cushions that he'd never experience before angels had no need for sleep
" I havent got all day y'know I'm busy- " Busy with what- embroidery-? it was only fun for so long before it bored the poor angel
Damien sighed, standing at the door of the angel's room, looking at him from the threshold.
"Mistreating Us once more... We have talked about this... You may leave the room, the palace, at any given time. You may take what you want, whenever you want. You are not stuck.
Little angel... Why so resistant? You have asked to be here... Have We not been anything but giving?"
They enter the room, having to lean down to pass through the door. In Damien's palace, They did not use the pale, humane form Elyon had met, so They towered over the angel at any given time.
"Have We not been generous? We gave you a luxurious room, access to any and all knowledge from Our library, any food or activity you may wish to try. Why do you trap yourself, after asking Us for freedom?"
" I didn't ask- you pushed me to it- big difference " the angel reminded exasperated " The angel kept his stance gaurded never moving from the empty corner he'd picked he held on to the embroidery he'd been working on..... A punishment of his he'd created for himself
" I haven't trapped myself- I reside within my teachings "
"We have not pushed you to anything. You have chosen, and is choosing yet again, to remain here. Why? Why do this to yourself?"
They tilt their head. With a snap of Their fingers, Elyon is sitting on plush, comfortable pillows.
"You are already down here regardless. Why not enjoy it? Punishing yourself... It won't change anything. You will just remain miserable"
" I haven't chosen to stay miserable- I'm simply following what I've been taught - " idle hands invite the devil " Elyon muttered shifting his attention back to his embroidery cursing himself every time he pricked his fingers.
They chuckled, amused.
"Well, We are already here, aren't We? Besides... 'It's idle mind', little dove"
They kneel down besides Elyon, looking at the embroidery curiously.
"Besides... We could feel your frustration and boredom from miles away... Do not forget, dear angel, that We are your heart now."
" Pff heart and what is that supposed to mean-" Elyon scoffed, He had the faintest blush on his face, " I'm not bored I'm enjoying the process "
"The last thing you are getting from this is enjoyment. In fact, you are bleeding."
" I am not-!" The angel lied
"You are."
They stated again, taking Elyon's hands in Theirs to heal the angel.
The angel huffed with a pout
