I've never been young and mostly-human and in love, not like this. It would be strange enough even if Iblis wasn't buying me pie.
"Thank you." I think about the alley, and the rain. I wonder how much he remembers. "I like pie." A part of me is amused, the old part of me (the old Tez?) at the two of us, god-monster-things here like this. I like pie.
I could imagine this was our home, the town, and we were nothing more than we seem. I smile at him: "Do you want coffee?"
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Date: 2013-07-16 12:50 am (UTC)"Thank you." I think about the alley, and the rain. I wonder how much he remembers. "I like pie." A part of me is amused, the old part of me (the old Tez?) at the two of us, god-monster-things here like this. I like pie.
I could imagine this was our home, the town, and we were nothing more than we seem. I smile at him: "Do you want coffee?"