wingxless:

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              ^{Once gaze rested ‘pon the stranger features remained placid. Feeling a sense of obligation to speak, even though it was not what the angel desired— but it was her only purpose. One must not stray from the divine’s wishes, for if they do the punishment would be …disturbing.}

        ^{The flame of life would be vanquished, and the soul inhabiting the heavenly shell would burn in the depths of hell.}  

                   ^{So… Speak—-}

    ^{Feathery wings flutter hesitantly, a mere representation of internal and unspoken feelings.  Pallid lips dare not move, instead, an appendage is raised and digits flex shyly. In hopes the wave would suffice, and their meeting would end rather quickly.}

<sup>█{{✰}}██ In place of speech, her gloved appendage soon lifted and in an awkward motion copied her without quite knowing how else to react in this situation. She isn’t going to push the girl to speak if she held no desire to speak, that’s fine by her if she wished to be silent. It did nothing to the shooter other than keep her quiet for the time being knowing there isn’t much to really go on about.

She’s tired anyways, too tired to argue against someone that would wish to leave if she so desired or really whatever it is she wanted of her if anything. There isn’t really much she can do to help in the first place, which left little room for it out of the tired shooter.

Not unless this… stranger wanted company for the time being.

That she can do with ease whilst trying to just rest her weary body for a little longer, it’s not like she would complain if she were to wish otherwise. She’d leave if it came to that, given she may not want her there, but how would she know at this point? It isn’t like she can say she does.</sup>

wingxless:

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              ^{Idly, the being wanders in the rain, paying no mind to the cold droplets that had splashed upon porcelain- like features, cheeks flushed ruby due to the wisp of the wind and the wetness settling unto skin. Yet, clad feet pushed forward, not looking for anything in particular but still searching for something.}

      ^{Figure comes to an abrupt pause, briefly taking shelter underneath an awning.}

                                    ^{It was late.}

 

           ^{But this one had no care for time,}

                              ^{Not when there was an absence of home,}

                                                                                     ^{—- Warmth, safety.}

<sup>█{{✰}}██ And yet there’s another close by, curled into a small ball just to rest for the moment to allow a chance to rest. She needed to after ages of walking about and it almost seemed that she had more to go as much as she wandered aimlessly without regard of where she goes in this place. It isn’t home, home was far more dangerous than what safe places were here. Perhaps, perhaps that’s why she didn’t bother to pay much attention to the other being.

                                                               The shooter already was tired enough.
That should be fine, for her to rest instead of desire to be as selfless as she always was, to be selfish as much as she is selfless finally. Surely that’s not a crime, is it? She hoped not, the young shooter needed this moment of peace before continuing on with the usual chaos that followed her movements. Chaos and other things it seemed, but she wouldn’t complain knowing that someone was having a better day from what actions she had taken often.

She’s meant to shoulder burdens and fight, that’s all she’s worth and she knew it at this point with memory of nothing more than that flooding to mind. Those cerulean hues of hers popped open mere moments later then trailing towards the figure. Now she noticed her present company, something she hadn’t expected at this point. “…” Say something, not just sit there is one thought, only for her to not; only one person can make her talk and she isn’t there.</sup>