@MoonieOnNoiseApp 19 December 2022

When he spoke her name into her ear, his tone was deep and sweet, nearly resembling honey. When she heard the word "Seraphim," a shiver ran up her twisted spine. She looked up at him, and his golden glow was almost too bright, too warm, and too... heavenly, but to her, he was the perfect amount of everything that was too much. He was murmuring her name under his breath as he peered down at her. As God had planned, he was the only one who knew her real name, and no one else did either. However, at this point in time, he was unable to recall what exactly the mission was that God had tasked him with completing; however, this was irrelevant at this point in time. He maintained a fixed focus on her while his arms wrapped securely around the icy and deformed body she was holding. His hands were rubbing across the scars on her back, the lumps that were once her wings. He did this several times. Oh, he recalled that he had actually completed this task. This served as a reminder to both of them of the reasons why their love was never meant to be, which were that god had always planned it, and that she would always be punished for his wrongdoings. I want to write a love story about a evil girl and a angel boy buuuuuttttt i don't have any inspiration right now. anyways lunch time, dig in some calamaris 😘