For just a while, she let herself forget. She forgot about her duties to the Order, to her friends, to Azmaria… to her brother. She let herself forget all the things that would pull her away so she could have just this short time for herself and her selfish desire—lost in the embrace of a demon she trusted more than even herself. God couldn't possibly find fault with her for this, this brief moment of happiness and selfish need. It was love at its fiercest.
Nothing either of them could do seemed to be enough to burst through that final layer that separated their bodies, but as the night wore on their souls and minds intertwined more closely than that of any two people could, on a level built out of need and love and shear desperation.
Time was running out.
Every moment had to count.
Every moment spent together, making up for all of that lost time. Duty had no place here, reason even less. Rosette let herself slip even deeper into the warm, sweating chest of the temporarily fully grown Chrono, who found their energy connecting him to the great, ever flowing Astral Line that rushed over them, above the top of the trees and intermingling with the stars. As the two of them entrusted themselves to the flow of power, they promised to join even more closely, so that even when the time came to leave their earth-bound forms and rejoin the Astral Line once more, their spirits and energy would be together forever, flowing through the earth as one and rejoining the sky as one—they would never be apart.
It was for this reason that on their last sunset that Rosette was able to smile…even when she died, she would always have Chrono, her beloved angel.