Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Hero

The touch is welcome, Sylla’s head leaning into it momentarily. He appreciates the compliments, and has quite the list in regard to his comrade as well. However, what Dante says about twinks has him giggling, temporarily derailing his thoughts on the man before him. “Truly?” 

A long pause. “While we’re sharing compliments..” The blonde steps forward a fraction, taking Dante’s free hand into his own. “You are brave, bold, and you stand down to none. You defend what is right…” A smile curves his lips. “…Even though you might come off a bit rough at times, or even deny it under the premise of self-service. Still, you are kind…and I don’t know where I might be if it weren’t for you.”

“Hey now!” He started, unable to stop himself from smiling or blushing. He didn’t even get compliments often, let alone this many. He was not good at taking them; and it wasn’t self service. It was self pity. It felt good though, coming from Sylla. “I’ll have you know, them’s fightin’ words.” He balled up his fist, and knocked Sylla in the arm lightly before looking for a bottle of something to drink. anything.

He is flattered, and confused all the same. “Well, thank you. Care to enlighten me on what you mean by ‘handle myself’?” There is no accusing tone, obviously, but definitely an excess of interest and curiosity. “What are the other ‘twinks’ like?”

“I just meant you can take care of yourself if you get into trouble. You fit the looks bill though. Slight build, soft features, flamboyant clothes. Really really Pretty.” He shrugged a little, grinning down a bit at the angel. A hand ran through the platinum hair.

“Twink..I think I’ve heard that a couple of times.”

“Not many Twinks can handle themselves quite like you...”

[so am i you little shit why is sylla so cute!]

“I mean I-” He rolled his eyes and turned, obviously blushing. This was not a good look for him, grumbling to himself about how much of an idiot he is. “Forget it, I didn’t say anything.”

Ry shook his head and gently grasped Dante’s chin so he was looking at him, “Didn’t you hear me?” he asked gently, “I said that yes, there is a place where angels live. People on Earth don’t understand how big the cosmos are. You look up and there is sky as far as your eyes can see and you assume that that is all the sky there is. My stars seem so far apart for you when I’m actually just a tiny cluster.”