The angel keeps hold of the demon's hand, thumb still idly going over the knuckles of his fingers, gently trying to drive his mind into more pleasant subjects.
While he had tried to calm himself down on the coldly quiet evenings before their flight, keep himself from wondering too far into paranoid trains of thought, he'd tried to focus on maps. On the idea that this could have some good to it. Indeed it has, but in a rather surprising and unexpected manner.
He can forget again. He can just imagine it as that trip he's been meaning to do. As a simple little holiday away from home, not that they ever really needed to take those.
"There are...parks. A lake. Many restaurants." Of course he would have checked for those. "Many shrines-- although, aha, I'm not quite sure how pleasant that itinerary might be for you, my dear."
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Date: 2019-09-03 12:24 am (UTC)While he had tried to calm himself down on the coldly quiet evenings before their flight, keep himself from wondering too far into paranoid trains of thought, he'd tried to focus on maps. On the idea that this could have some good to it. Indeed it has, but in a rather surprising and unexpected manner.
He can forget again. He can just imagine it as that trip he's been meaning to do. As a simple little holiday away from home, not that they ever really needed to take those.
"There are...parks. A lake. Many restaurants." Of course he would have checked for those. "Many shrines-- although, aha, I'm not quite sure how pleasant that itinerary might be for you, my dear."