“ have you seen the stars today? ” Ruhiel asked, pointing towards them as they laid on the grass. Little spots of light colored the darkness above him and the angel couldn’t be more in awe. “ they always make me think of you. and their light remind me of your smile. ”
DESPITE HIS name literally meaning ‘forest’, he could be rarely found taking a walk in the woods. He traveled down highways and railways, always closer to humans than to animals, with his heart beating to the rhythm of pumps and engines. However, he didn’t mind nature. Its peacefulness countered his overexcited personality, and oddly enough, it seemed to calm him down a little. Granted, they were lying in a park at night and not among trees and wild animals, but that setting was having that same effect on him. Or maybe it was Ruhiel’s presence to do that to him - Sy couldn’t tell. He was only sure of how good it felt to have him by his side, so close that he could have easily pulled the angel in a hug by just moving his arm a little. For the time being, though, he was content with lying next to him, their bodies touching each other, Ruhiel’s breathe mixing with his.
Ruhiel’s words dragged him out of his reverie. Sy blinked and turned to him, ignoring his stretched arm. Oh fuck, he was so beautiful. He was in such awe and his eyes shone like a child’s and the moonlight reflecting on his skin gave the impression that he was made of crystal and - he had to stop his train of thoughts before it drowned out Ruhiel’s voice. Sy opened his mouth to reply, but what the angel said next made him shut it close in a heartbeat. A shiver ran down his spine. How - wow -
How was he even supposed to reply to that?
The Entity found himself at loss for words and wetting his lips while thinking of a good, not-awkward reply. All in vain. His brain activity was close to zero. He had to say something, though. He gulped, gathering the first words in his head in a coherent sentence. “Well, I was- gonna say they’re beautiful but not as much as you, so, uh-” He chuckled under his breath, surprisingly without embarrassment. “You beat me to the punch.”