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Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories.

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

The other boy’s name was Tan, and it was probably the biggest bit of irony Kamina had ever faced in his life because he’d never seen a paler face. 

He looked up at his dad with a sour expression on his face, wondering why this had been so important, and the man ruffled his hair reassuringly.

“Tan and his mother are traders from Bachika. You two should be friends,” the man explained. 

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“You’re lyin’ through your damn teeth, holy man” the demon smirks, swooping into the room fully and quickly approaching the priest, taking his chin in his thumb and index finger and forcing him to look up at him, giving a fanged smirk as pointed ears twitch playfully.

                    For an Angel to fall in love with a human embodies the most purest form imaginable; from the heights of heaven the Angel Temperance blessed a certain mortal with divinity. Her heart being captured by his pure soul and well intentions, she pleaded with her God to assign her as his Guardian Angel, to be by his side and give influence when need be. With her dedication, he granted her this one wish, sacrificing her wings to walk upon the land of Earth as a human.

                   In the past months she rose up and above the ranks of those of her fellow Sisters, they admired her dedication and devote nature, one of which had been rare and even unheard of in this outcasted part. Now, known as Sister Kinon, she stood beside the one who was the reason she was here in the first place, a gentle, if not tired, smile placed upon her lips, her hands folded neatly in front of her. 

              Although she was a bit worn, those opposing of her kind were taking advantage of her mortal form, being unable to access her full divine power, it was noticeable that she was a bit off for the moment. All she could hope was that her power could not be breached.