Yuki
I looked at the area that Brokentear had pointed out and smirked. "Not afraid I'll run?" I teased him. His mouth flattened into a line at the same time my entire being rebelled at the notion, a small voice vehemently screaming at me for even thinking it in passing. I didn't say anything to disburse the seed I had planted, but I did take Brokentears hand and squeeze it reassuringly, before turning and dragging him off for our walk.
I let us walk in silence, absorbing the familiar sounds of birds chirping and the wind ruffling the leaves of trees. I could feel whatever tension that remained roll down my spine and out to the ground, and I felt more in my element. Oh I was just as happy in a city or in Brokentears mansion, but there was something about being in a forest or wooded area that soothed the locked off part of me. We were a good ways into our walk when I finally broke the silence.
"Feel better?" I asked quietly, and then smiled when Brokentear nodded, looking just as relaxed as I felt. I almost felt bad for having used him for a pillow for so long, and then squashed it ruthlessly. I smiled instead and turned forward again. "It's nice being out here," I told him, enjoying a breeze that went by and ignoring the fact that I hadn't let his hand go yet. I slowed down to walk beside him instead of infront of him and turned lazy eyes and smile on him.
"Tell me more about yourself?" I asked quietly.
Setsuna
I wanted to kick myself at making Forever worry, while a small part of me marveled at his instincts. I smiled at him and brushed my fingers down his cheek again before leaning down and kissing his lips lightly. I wasn't sure if I should tell him what was wrong, yet I didn't want to lie to him and then have him catch me puking later. With a sigh, I leaned down and planted my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry to have worried you," I murmured, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder with a sigh. I stood straight a moment later and gave him a small smile.
"Let's sit. I want to tell you about myself," I told him. I realized by his surprise how abrupt I might have sounded, but I could feel my legs wanting to give out and my head felt light, and I didn't want Forever to see that. So we sat on the end of his bed and I looked at the opposite wall, slightly lost in my head.
"You're aware I'm a Fallen Angel, yes?" I checked. Forever seemed only a little taken aback, but nodded his head. I nodded and turned my eyes back to him, feeling my years come back as I told him. "And do you know what being one entails?" I asked. Forever thought for a beat and then shrugged shyly.
"You can fly," he murmured, "And you fell from Heaven. You might be old?" he questioned unsurely. I smirked sardonically and kissed his hands in silent reassurance.
"Yes, I'm old. I look 21, but I am much, much older than that. But my point is, I'm immortal. I will never die, or at least that's what immortality normally entails, yes?" I told him seriously, trying to convey with my eyes how serious and ageless I was. I turned away when he fidgeted, looking uncomfortable and slightly shocked. I gave him another moment to digest what I had said before smirking sardonically and bitterly at the wall.
"I'm dying Forever." I told him, lettig his hands go to clench my pants tightly in response to the reminder.
