༄ ♔ 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒶’𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈: And perhaps a nervous • b r i d e • Could share a bed with her 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧 from the States. . . ——————— 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘.

Sometimes — the Devil forgets that the Angel now shares his domain. Jersey perked as the silence was broken by a faint whistling that floated through the air. Maneuvering through the Barrens, the Devil materialized from the shadows behind the angelic Princess. “Angel?”

Where was Desmond Freye, 'Little Lark'? There is some books he. . F o u n d. Well, he didn’t ‘find’ them. . He stole them. But, he wasn’t going to tell her hat.

He’s been out. Doing stuff. Running errands. Yes. . E r r a n d s. However, it was about time he returned to his little forest of paradise. Materializing against the tree the Angel sat against, he listened — listened to her soothing humming. “What ya humming, Angel?”

. . . Jersey errands. Nothing she needs to worry about. Totally fine. Looking down upon the angel, a faint smile crept along his lips. "Well, whatever it was. . It was nice." With a sigh of exhaustion, the devil sat himself beside the angel, leaning his head back.

. . . Y e a h . The devil's eyes flick over towards her as she nestled her way closer to his side. He then cocked a brow at her words. She 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 him something? Now, he was curious. "Brought me something? Angel -- you don't need to get me anything. ."

The Devil continuously gazed upon the blade and hilt — it was quite the craftsmanship. Jersey reached out to handle the dagger, but stopped. He had to be careful with things forged in any place touched by the heavens. He did not take ahold of it — yet. “Who forged it?”

Jersey watched as her dainty hands rubbed his over and gently placed the dagger in his palm. Gripping it, he examined the material of the blade. Ebony hues flicking back up towards the Angel. He shouldn’t prod anymore on the subject. “. . Thank you, Angel.”

༄ ♔ 𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘸𝘰 d i f f e r e n t 𝙒 𝙊 𝙍 𝙇 𝘿 𝙎, times, d r e a m s . ——————— 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘.

It was as if his name was whispered onto the wind, the young woman beckoning him. However, it did not fall on deaf ears. Materializing out of the lingering shadows, the devil walked out from behind a tree, his hellish gaze hooking onto the woman. “Angel. .”

Though he did not question the integrity of the woman, he cocked a brow at her questioning words. But, he wasn’t a fool, he knew there were plenty of unworldly beings that would love to twist and mold the Princess’s mind. Hell, he would of done the same. “It’s me, Angel.”

“Well, ya’ see. . You gotta keep the colors dull — you can’t be running around the Pine Barrens in a rainbow of colors. People can see ya’ coming from a mile away. If they see ya’, how can you maim and slaughter —“ Jersey decided to shut his mouth at the moment. Too much.