magic bloomed like vines in his chest, gnarled and curling outwards until he felt his whole body vibrate with it. power, held insane his blood, he felt it course through her, through him, their touch electric. even the air seemed to suspend, stretched then between them like the universe was shrinking.
the fireworks that lit his mind with vibrancy were enough to overpower the crackle of tension in the air, snapping through her magic like a tethered whip, hissing around them. the grimoire had it's grasp on him, firmly, the pull towards it, and her, stronger than any willpower he held.
freedom. she said the word like it existed. maybe it did. right now, maybe she told him the truth. it felt like a pocket of the world had been scooped away from the mass, the two of them alone in this dimension of shimmering divinity. " free will. " he echoed, and closed his eyes. angel felt it consume him like a wildfire, breathing sparks through his chest until his heart pounded so hard, angel lost his breath.
for a moment, every truth angel had come to learn fractured, and her words became biblical. she had handed him the ultimate gift, a moment of true existence. something a ghost like him never dreamed of receiving. he would have fallen to his knees in worship of her, kissing her feet and praising her soul, but a darker urge emerged burning bright.
what did he want to do? angel's hands came up around her face, arms weaving under hers to pull her in and close the distance. it was a kiss of bruising power, of molten need that flowed rivulets of sparks at the touch of their lips. he couldn't feel sold ground anymore, and he didn't care. there was only her, and the feeling of them thudding into a nearby wall as he kissed her with desperate, aching passion. fingers twisted in the roots of her hair at the nape of her neck, gasping air between the hungry collision of his kiss, dizzy and grateful for the steadying oaken paneling.