PROMISE?

“That’s what I said, but one of my employees brought it up! I’m glad the blend worked perfectly.” She’s relived to know that Phatonus doesn’t think it awful. “Do you  think I could add this onto my menu and other people would like it? Summer is here, so I thought I could make some new refreshments!”

     ❦  ❝ Well, I don’t see why not, ❞ she replies with a kind smile, adding in a small shrug.

She’s really pretty! Immediately Hansol lowers her gaze, NEARLY stutters over her words, but she collects herself and keeps her composure to the best of her ability. She’s nervous, unsure of what may happen, and this woman’s got a lot of charisma. 

If she were to attack, wouldn’t she have done it by now? 

It’s true. Why wait? Or maybe she was waiting because there are people here. But what if she wasn’t planning? Just because she carries the same scent of that person doesn’t mean anything. She can’t judge another person like that. 

“Sorry, yes, uhm…I don’t know how to say this but…By chance do you know a man about this tall,” she stands on her tiptoes to show the man’s exact height. What a weird start of conversation. She doesn’t plan on interrogating a customer in her store. “He has black hair, but I think it switches to white. He has a strange sword.” Was that what it was? A sword? That thing hurt so BAD.

“He has wings.”

     ❦ Well, look at that! The stranger seems to be quite bashful the moment their gazes meet and for that, the goddess can’t help but chuckle lightly. It’s rather cute how the other woman tries to be assertive yet falls short upon looking into the eyes of a beautiful woman... Though, of course, Phatonus can’t fault the stranger for this.

     While her smile doesn’t necessarily fade as the other begins to explain herself now, the white-haired woman’s previous grin does shrink slightly. Though she can already think of just who exactly this other woman means... Well, Phatonus wants to make absolutely sure.

     That and, well. She’s never been the type to give in quite so easily.

     ❝ Since arriving here, I have come to encounter quite a few that fall under this description, ❞ Phatonus answers honestly, pulling out a small mirror from her pocket. Flipping it open, she begins to idly fix a few small makeup errors on her face while she continues to address the stranger.

…Which was worse, eating a bar of soap or a tomato? He’s kind of leaning toward soap being the lesser of two evils.

“Not necessary.”

Still, lesser or not, he held his hands up  in a ‘no thanks’ gesture.

“I was a soldier, I’ve heard about the worst of it you could imagine in and out of the barracks. Swearing isn’t exactly how I manage frustration.”

      ❦ ❝ Are you sure? I might just have a bar of soap with me now! ❞ and though she laughs, for anyone unfamiliar with her mannerisms, it could appear that Phatonus is serious with her words.

       HIS EXPRESSION CURDLES; recent events have left a sour taste in his mouth, and his tongue is feeling particularly sharp today. with a glance towards the sprig of mistletoe she hovers high above their heads, the angel parries her remark icily.

             ❝  that’s funny— i don’t recall asking for forgiveness.  ❞ lifting a hand, he plucks the mistletoe from her grasp, spinning it between his thumb and forefinger, examining it dispassionately.

             ❝  get to your point  ❞ humans thought this protected them from witches and demons? well, had that remained their belief, perhaps they would have gone extinct a long time ago.

     ❦ Though she had anticipated his sourness in attitude, it still serves to make the goddess pout at the other now. As Azrael examines the plant now, however, Phatonus rests her palms on his shoulder, soon placing her chin atop of her hands.

     ❝ You can’t be serious, dear, ❞ she almost sighs, looking at him with her icy blue hues.

“I can’t help but notice you speak of such things as if you have experience with them yourself.”

To say nothing of his gloomy aura–he knew that.

“And while the topic at hand is mildly interesting, what makes me more curious is where your insight comes from.”

     ❦ ❝ Oh? You think so? Hmm...! ❞ she hums with a smile, clearly entertained by this man’s observations. Of course, she can always always he can sense something about her just as she can with him, however faint as it may be.

     ❝ I wonder why that is...! Well, actually, it’s because I know a great many things. I know more than what most people would think, ❞ she decides to leave it vague for now, chuckling lightly as she now approaches the door of a bar. Waiting for Kratos to catch up, the goddess soon continues to wait by the door, as if waiting for something... Before motioning to the door with a nod of her head.

At the very least, she could lead most conversations, and he could merely follow. Small talk was agonizing as it was, let alone an entire drinking conversation.

“A talent of yours, I take it.”

Despite the lackluster tone, it didn’t seem like he meant it as an insult–merely an observation.

“This is a sprawling metropolitan city. I don’t consider that solitary, not really. The fireworks were enough.”

     ❦ ❝ Hmm. Yes, I suppose that’s true! ❞ ever quick to accept a compliment (despite the tone t may take), Phatonus laughs lightly as she flips back more snow-white hair.

     ❝ However, I have to disagree. At times, it can make you feel more lonely, correct? ❞

“What the fuc—You’re the one who barged into my to myself monologue. Which means you should be the one introducing yourself.” What is this woman? She’s….so weird. Something is also off about her and he can’t seem to pin point it. 

     ❦ ❝ That was far too loud to be a monologue, ❞ now it’s her turn to scoff, waving her hand dismissively. 

     ❝ And I could give you my name first, I suppose... ❞