Worrisome Musings
The clouds are rolling thunderously, tainting the clarity of the topaz sea above with their cumulated cotton chunks. The wind whips teasingly at Pit's cheeks; however, he remains unfazed as the currents tousle his sienna locks about. He stares off beyond the horizon, beyond the sky, beyond this world and into the next: the world that severs the humans from the infinites of the cosmos, ruled by Goddess Palutena of Light, his world, home.
The fallen (tripped?) angel's hand twitches compulsively, urging to thread itself through his scalp habitually – a sign of distress – but he refrains from doing so, an attempt to remain in denial to himself. In truth, he is quiet worried. He is worried about his Goddess. It's a rarity for the clouds to appear so ominous on such a fair-skied day. His Goddess must be troubled.
"I knew I'd find you here," a voice jars Pit from his worrisome musings. Slowly, a pair of muscular, blazer-sleeved arms wraps themselves around his smaller form, embracing him comfortably. Pit sighs, sinking into the security of Ike's taut chest. Ike then runs his fingers soothingly through the fallen angel's hair, as if doing it for him.
"So, what's on your mind?"
Staring upward into the face of Ike, which was tailored to express his concern in his sapphire eyes and features, Pit sighs again. "It's just… I just think something is troubling my Goddess…"
"How do you figure that?" Ike asks.
Due to the compromising constriction of Ike's arms, Pit barely manages to indicate towards the sky. "Look at the clouds… they look… troubled and unsettled…. My goddess might be upset…"
The bluenet takes a glimpse at the sky, noticing the thunderous animosity of the clouds in contrast to the unperturbed blue sky. He then looks back down at Pit.
"Well… there's not much you can do while on Earth, now is there?" he simpers, placing a light peck to the fallen angel's forehead.
Pit sighs yet again, but grins at Ike's gesture. "Yeah, you're right…"
