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Hyejin walked silently beside Sangwoo as they were on their way back to her place.  Dinner was fun and she enjoyed herself but it was strange to her that he was acting extremely nice.  She wondered what was up with him. They turned the corner and started walking down one of the dark alleyways that was near her apartment.  She tightened her grip on his hand as she wasn't fond of walking down alleys.  "Sangwoo I had a good dinner," she said as she hoped talking would help ease her.

the gleam was low, but precise as the ANCIENT language burned into the stem of the balanced weapon. the light dimmed before stifling entirely, leaving the warm glow of the room to illuminate the seated nephilim. an absent-minded sniff followed the loading of the ARROW into a quiver among many others.      ❛ you seem BORED. ❜   

» FRACTURED ! — The given words hit him. He didn't know where or what he felt but it just created a turmoil inside of him. The frown was visible on his forehead whilst a finger pressed against his chest hard. He didn't know what he meant. What did Azazel want to tell him? That boiling feeling? Hate? Was it this? He could live with this – at least it was more than nothing. However, to satisfy his own feelings and thoughts he wanted something else. He wanted to hear something else.            He wanted to know if it was worth falling.           His own thoughts surprised him. Scared him. Was everything more than just a little thought inside of his head? Was it more than a simple thrilling thought that kept him high when he was bored? He didn't know. No, he knew – but he was too scared of that. His hand was pushed away and Charity tugged it away in the same moment. He hated Azazel. He hated him right now. Azazel could always boil up his feelings in every possible way and he did it again – left the virtue in the dark with so many words that didn't make sense to him.What was this boiling feeling? What.           Silence washed over them. Charity swallowed. “I wanted to know if it was worth falling.” He eventually whispered, breathing erratically. He frowned. “I don't make myself less rotten or make myself more divine than I am. Losing my grace means... losing my home. It means not to belong anywhere anymore. Neither heaven nor hell and even less earth. I wanted to know if it's worth falling. If you are worth falling. If it's worth to lose everything. If you will stay.” He swallowed thickly. He couldn't believe what he said. That was so ridiculous to tell a demon about such thoughts. To tell Azazel about those thoughts. Now he had something new to mock him.           “...because it's getting hard to get you out of me.”