Her arms cross. Watch over? She is not weak, but his intent is not lost upon her. A light kiss finds his temple.

This is one of the million forms she can take! Perhaps she has mistaken her for someone else. She is not of love, but of life.

|| as someone without a permanent layout style i really get mistaken for like being other writers lmaooo

Ha! To be mistaken as this Venus must be a compliment to Life. Certainly, Venus must be beautiful. She greatly hopes she finds who she seeks!

Oh, dear. Did he drink something? He’s been awfully kind. Is touched.

Yes, very much so! ........ Does this mean she can tie his hair into pigtails, now?

It is more of a means to test his patience, but it does bring a certain bliss.

Perhaps it is her presence alone that rekindles the essence of living; the warmth her glow pushes to his side. Perhaps, but who knows?

There, there!

This is the opportune moment to show him what she has learned in her travels in the human realm. The perfect comeback. 〝 Make me. 〞

〝 Just a simple human! 〞 A simple human wearing an odd choice of wardrobe. A simple human lifted off the ground. She’s not quite adept with lying.

〝 But there is this human ritual I have seen where one says ‘make me’ and then they end up fighting upon a bed. 〞 Innocently smiling. She honestly does not know she saw then.

〝 I don’t believe we have a bed, though! 〞

She is literally thinking of sparring.

Her favorite seasons are autumn and spring!

〝 Are there not rules to fighting on a bed? 〞

〝 But my love, you are law yourself! 〞

Life is not quite a name, is it?

〝 Then how will we know who wins? 〞