After the imprisonment of Lucemon and order was brought back to the Digital World, things became peaceful. Seraphimon, Ophanimon and Cherubimon made sure everything was handled and as time went on, things stayed the same.
It was a beautiful day when a knock on Ophanimon's door interrupted her in the middle of her latest issue of DigiFemme. The article that dazzled her was all about pink being the new color and yellow ribbons and roses.
She waved at one of her handmaids, motioning her to open the door. Seraphimon poked his head in, "Ophanimon? Are you... decent?"
The female Angel-type laughed but let the man in. "What's wrong Seraphimon? You never come to my room."
The angel turned his head in the direction of the audience in the room. Ophanimon seemed to understand, maybe because she, herself, wore a helmet. She had Angewomon and Witchmon leave the room and motioned Seraphimon to take a seat by her.
Seraphimon instead chose to stand, finding a spot near the window. He seemed to be on the edge about something, and Ophanimon felt a deep sense of worry in her. It wasn't like the other human type to keep secrets; it wasn't like any of them to keep any secrets, in fact. It was how she figured out Cherubimon had a crush on her. She still needed to find a way to tell the beast type she felt the same way.
She settled near, arms crossed, "What's wrong, my friend?"
"I think I like... Sorcerymon."
Ophanimon blinked. This... was something she never expected. There were stories in DigiFemme about love triangles and such and there was even a fanfic about the three celestial Digimon having one... but this was entirety new.
She grinned under her helmet, "Well that's wonderful!" Ophanimon couldn't help it; she went forward, cupping her friend in a hug. "If you need any help, feel free to call me, I'll make sure you two will work out!"
Seraphimon's helmet tinted red at the abrupt acceptance. "Thank you, Ophanimon."
"No problem, really." She pulled away, "So, have you confessed yet?"