⟪ ＧＬＡＳＳ ＨＥＡＲＴ ⟫

“ don’t get greedy, do not mistake this as an invitation for affability or affection you pervert- ”

instantly the agitated blue angel stopped in her disgusted hisses, the moment that the god began to pull at the prominent fluffy white ears atop her head she stopped in her tracks- curse the unnecessary feline features that the god equipped her at creation, it was one of her weaknesses. already her tail curled in reluctant delight at the soft rubbing at her ears, her hands attempted but trembled to hold at the wrists of the god in a poor attempt to pull them away; her pleasure was her downfall, purrs were eliciting from her throat in which she couldn’t control. curse this body she thought, curse it to hell.

“ curse...you.......perver..perverted....”

the petite angel was wondering the hallways of the luxurious kingdom of god, watching as angels flew about to prepare everything for the upcoming pitchmas cheer, seeing the kingdom light up in colorful fashion with decorations a plenty filling the walls up. everyone was excited for this time of year, the blue angel herself saw no joy in the celebration as it felt like a distraction from life’s troubles, a pitiful attempt to make things seem less bland and horrid. how could any celebrate pitchmas? celebrate at the feet of god? that left an awful taste in her mouth. and yet here she was standing below a mistletoe with the red angel with cheeks redder then the streaks in lasafam’s hair.

“ i... suppose it is tradition in which i must...abide... ”

oh what a joyous time of year— is only something that an ignorant fool who has no decent knowledge of what despicable creature their god is; it was pitchmas, a time of year in which those who still believe in childish jolly wonders to live in momentarily bliss of gifts and cheer alike. on the other hand, those who weren’t baaing like sheep at god’s feet, someone such as a certain feline angel who was now staring hard at the said god himself after he held a mistletoe above the both of them. the mistletoe tradition always annoyed her, painfully, annoyed her.

“ you have quite the humor this year, lord fumus. didn’t take you to be a romantic, and yet here we are. you think a little hemiparasitic plant is going to make me show you any affection? you have always been a perverted old man, haven’t you? nevertheless, i’ll entertain your childish whim if it’ll get you off my back. ”

getting onto the tips of her toes she leans up to give the god a peck with her soft lips, her cold hands upon his cheeks to help with supporting her weight before letting go and falling back onto the heel of her leather shoes, she wiped at her lips and looked back at the god with her usual stern glare with cold blue eyes returning upon her face.

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Clear Sky Blue

This color of eye is strangely reflective compared to others, but always keeps its bright blue colors no matter what you are looking at. These qualities of this mythical eye color give it the reputation of representing one who sees the good in everyone and everything, yet always stays true to themselves.

Sky blue eyes are represented by

The element of Air

The season of Spring

North

Light

Some attributes of those with Sky blue eyes

Creative thinkers and avid daydreamers

Optimistic; Tries to find the good in everyone and everything

Unique and proud to be themselves

it wasn’t normal for the feline angel to be caught off guard by the likes of anyone, and yet there she was having her tail stood up and her hair standing on end by the simple provocative voice of the incubus, butterflies began fluttering in her stomach at the simple thought of seeing the demon once again; it was sinful to have desire for those who had descent in the obscure hell, and yet she was acting quite honestly like a school girl over a boy at school. perhaps the school garb she wore wasn’t inappropriate for such an immature reaction to another person. besides that, she attempts to keep her calm when regarding the demon with her deep blue eyes that for once had a glimmer of emotion within them. for a bit, she attempts to speak up with a slightly wavering voice from her usual stoic composure, “lilith, i see you have… come to visit again, i take it you are here for business with lord fumus? he may be busy within his chambers as of the moment but…”