Author's Note:
Ok, I know that this is like two and a half weeks late, and I'm really sorry about that. The chapter is like extra long (just for you guys) so I hope that it'll make up for being late.
I've been having personal issues, so bare with me guys! :)
I kinda ship this pair so I'm sorry that this is a little more 'intimate' than the other pairings, I'll try to revise them if I have time.
Oh by the way, I didn't do a triple grammar check like I usually do, so expect a lot of mistakes. I'm on a strict school deadline so I just wanted to get this up as soon as physically (and mentally) possible. Sorry in advance for it!
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'Jealous' sung by Nick J
I don't like the way he's looking at you
I'm starting to think you want him too
Am I crazy, have I lost ya?
Even though I know you love me, can't help it
I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I'm getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It's not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why (that's why)
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why (that's why)
I still get jealous
I wish you didn't have to post it all
I wish you'd save a little bit just for me
Protective or possessive, yeah
Call it passive or aggressive
I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I'm getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It's not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why (that's why)
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why (that's why)
I still get jealous
You're the only one invited
I said there's no one else for you
'Cause you know I get excited, yeah
When you get jealous too
I turn my chin music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I'm turning red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It's not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why (that's why)
I still get jealous
'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
That's why (that's why)
I still get jealous
Oh (that's why)
I still get jealous
Oh (that's why)
I still get jealous
APOLLONxYUI
He wandered the hallways blind, not really thinking or bothering to wonder where he was headed. It had been a few weeks since he had first step foot into his father's garden. He had wondered why he would virtually abduct all these different gods and place them in this prison like heaven; as Apollon would describe it. His own son and brother! He was slightly disturbed by the direction his thoughts were headed.
He carried on, noticing that he had stopped misstep by one of the many hallway windows in the southern wing of the school building, he looked out to see the beautiful view of flower beds with the gazebo seated nicely in between the colorful arrangements. He let a smile grace his lips at the sight it behold. He gazed at the open faces of the many different species of brilliant blooming creatures. But his eyes averted to the most brilliant of them all, his Fairy. She was seated in the white gazebo, hands in her lap, legs crossed. She was beautiful. He couldn't help but stare shamelessly out the window at her, she was his, and his only. He enjoyed relishing in that thought.
Even though he was looking at the most beautiful person in the universe, his mind somehow drifted back to his previous thoughts. If his father hadn't taken him forcefully to the garden, he'd never have met Fae, the love of his life. Due to losing Cassandra just a few weeks previous to his first day of school, he was a broken mess and his father wouldn't allow such a disgrace in his blood line. He expected more from his sons and henceforth his presence at the moment.
He couldn't help but be thankful towards his overbearing father, for he has found his very own redemption of love, his muse. Fae's beauty surpassed any goddess he had spend his time with, even Cassandra his dearest. Every sorrowful thought of her left his mind when Fairy had wandered blindly into his life. Almost comically in the same way he was wandering the halls. He chuckled to himself silently and focused his vision back towards the sweet violet flower sitting so gracefully in the gazebo. But something else caught his gaze, something fiery red flashed down by his little angel. He watched closely, Loki Laevatein was circling Fae like a vulture, and he didn't like for a single moment.
She had been called out earlier by the god of fire and mischief, she couldn't even begin to fathom what he wanted her for. She had been waiting for what felt like forever.
Even though the temperatures were fairly low outdoors, she had started to sweat beneath her school attire. She wished she had changed before heading outdoors to meet the mischievous god for he had always seemed to carry the summer heat with him no matter where his mischief had taken him.
"Koneko-chan~!" She heard her name purr in her ear with quite the seductive tone laced into it. She jumped immediately at the sound, "Loki-san! You scared me to the afterlife!" She placed her long slender hands on her chest hoping that it would slow her heart rate, even just the slightest. "I am sorry for the very bottom of my heart, what possibly could I do to mend the tie I had broke so abruptly?" He had jumped down from the roof of the gazebo gracefully and found his way kneeling in front of the her. He grabbed her hand in his warm ones and kissed her knuckles gently. She could also feel his tongue leave his lips for a brief moment if the small damp spot on her hand was any indication. The smirk seemed to linger on her skin.
She was taken back, yes, but not surprised by his actions. He had always been the more forward and upfront god, and she respected that. She always believed in different cultures, the influence was most likely from her family shrine, however that aside, she always had respect for other people's beliefs. In Loki-san's case, he was a Norse god; like Balder, and they were very upfront like how the gods of Greek mythology were.
Although there was the god of fire planted in front of her, kneeling on one knee, holding her hand, she couldn't help but have her mind drift to a completely different god. And he was the complete opposite of the person face to face with her.
He strode down the hallway with intent and purpose in every step. How could that Norse god touch her in such way that wasn't even allowed by his father. He knew that if they had a female representative things wouldn't go smoothly. His father would always talk about "the human who was destined", but he hardly believed it to be a human girl. He picked up his pace by a few steps and almost ran down the stairs. He wouldn't let the god of fire throw her off her feet and into his arms, that would his job.
He burst out of the last few doors and he saw Fae with the little devil who was mere inches from her lips. He had that unholy smirk plastered on his face, he had—no, he has—no moral rights! No dignity! No respect for her personal space! His inner mind however told himself that he wasn't one to accuse people of that certain predicament. He brutally forced that out of his mind.
"Hey! Fairy-san!" He ran up to them as if he had just arrived to the scene. "Fairy-san! Let's have dinner together!" He waved at her as he reached the steps of the gazebo. He smiled brilliantly at the two who were still too close for his comfort.
No one had said a word, so he reached out for her hand and snatched it into his grasp. "Apollon?" She had yelped slightly at the sudden contact, "Ja, Loki-Loki!" With that he left the straight faced god of mischief by himself.
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"Apollon-san, where are we going?!" He dragged her around, running gleefully through the halls of the school. He didn't really know where they were going, as long as she was away from Loki, he could relax.
He stopped, turned around and smiled playfully at her, "Where would you like to go, malady?" He bowed his head and held her hand between his two warm ones. He could see her become flustered and red by his gentlemanly actions. "I-I... Anywhere is f-fine with me..." She pulled back her hand slowly.
He couldn't help but think she was the reason the sun was still burning in the sky, why he could wake up every morning and bring the sun to rise just east of the horizon. "Come with me, Yui-chan, if you trust me." He rubbed the back of his hand on her cheek, he realized how soft it was, just like the cotton that grew in the fields of Olympus. He smiled at her, lovingly, protectively, he wanted her to look into his eyes and know that she was his, and his only. "Ok, Apollon-san." She nodded her head once. He was ecstatic, so happy that he leaned down and lay a chaste kiss on both her cheeks. She was burning bright red from the sudden attention he gave her. He wanted to do it again if that meant he was rewarded with the same shy expression that always seemed to tug at his heart.
"Let's go." He replied snatching her hand from her chest and running off again.
'She's definitely mine.'
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He had taken her to a beautiful pond next to a small alter where he'd usually go to seek out the future. He was in some ways grateful that the sudden visions wouldn't plague him twenty four seven. His father's ring was suppressing most of his powers, henceforth the need for a future seeing alter to his disposal. He wondered how long his paradise would last with his fairy beside him, not needing to worry what would happen to her.
He turned to face the beauty, he wanted to see the expression on her face from his private sanctuary, the place he didn't share with anyone. "Apollon-san, is this where you come to clear your mind?" She looked up to him with those chocolate brown eyes, he could watch them glisten for thousands of lifetimes. "I guess you could say that... I come here to catch a glimpse of the future!" He beamed at her, hoping to get a radiant smile from her gentle lips. She smiled pleasantly at him, but something was missing. The smile she was wearing faltered slightly at the sight, "Would you like to take a look at the young koi in the fish pond? I started to raise them a few days after coming to the garden!" He did this for Fae had gotten him very interested in Japanese culture. She was so unique and unlike the girls in his realm, she intrigued him in every sense possible; and still does. That's probably why his heart ached for her more then any fair maiden, even goddesses could not compare.
"The koi are pretty, Apollon-san. I can already tell they'll all be very beautiful." She looked down at the water, where the koi gathered by her feet, they were expecting hand outs, for the only reason he usually came was to feed them or to seek out time to think. Between school and watching over Fairy, free time became scarce.
As he watched the human girl calmly gaze down at the pond, he couldn't help but become jealous at the other Japanese gods. They'll get to gaze down on such a beautiful girl when they all leave to their realms, while he'd be left alone on Mount Olympus where he'd forever long for the violet haired beauty.
He couldn't believe he was thinking about such disheartening things when it was so far away.
He had a forever-smile plastered on his face while turning to face Fae, but he was greeted with a frown that had touched on her flawless features. "Fairy-san, something's bothering you. What's on your mind?" He reached out to her face and rest his palm on her cheek, it became brushed with light pink. "It's-It's just that it's been a few weeks and I can't seem to... To..." He could feel his forehead crease at the sight of her wet eyes. "Fairy-san?" He wiped the tears that fell down the cheek he held.
"I'm sorry, Apollon-san..." He could feel her soft hand grab his wrist and pull him out of proximity. She fled quickly, not looking back at him. He wasn't sure what she felt obligated to keep from him. He looked back down at the fish, "Fairy-san..."
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He knew he couldn't wait there any longer, the faster he sought her out, the faster she'd run into his arms. He knew that he couldn't resist the temptation of his mere imagination, he took his leave on foot shortly after Fae departed.
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He had run the halls for quite some time with no such luck in finding the goddess in distress. However, no matter how long it took him, he'd continue to seek her out; even if his feet bled. As he was thinking of his heroic actions, a muffled cry broke his mental speaking. He hesitantly rounded a corner that lead into the main hall of the building and what he saw would make any man or god in his place do something irrational, which is what actually happened.
He saw Fairy-san in the arms of another man, no another god. Before his mind could make any rational decisions, his legs moved itself, his arm raised and snatched what he felt was rightfully his back. As his actions and the scene before him was laid out before his conscious eyes, he finally realized what his mistake was and what he should have seen before running head first into the open flame.
"Apollon, were you the one to make this fine young woman cry?" Balder had snatched back a hand from the girl, "I was hoping to dry the tears of Yui-chan." He was struck down by Zeus himself, as if lightning blasted him from his golden chariot, if that could describe what his exact feelings were. He looked down to the violet haired fairy and searched her face for the expression Balder was implying. Much to his dismay, he found it quickly in the water rimming her eyes. "Fairy-san...?" He reached for her face to brush the back of his hand on her wet skin, but before he could connect with her, Balder had pulled her away and back into his filthy, grubby hold.
He watched as she continued to sob into the Norse god's chest wetting his uniform and most likely the cotton shirt beneath. He pulled at his uniform's collar, still not used to such restrained clothing. He watched silently as Balder rocked her and whispered in her ear while glaring darkly at the Greek god behind her head. He wondered how the god of light could even muster such a blackened look.
"Let us leave, Yui-chan." With that, he glanced back at Apollon before leaving him dumbstruck and confused.
Why would she all of a sudden breakdown and run away? What did he do? How did he upset her? His mind was plagued with the insecurities of hurting his precious Fairy. That was the last thing he wanted to do, hurt her. But what was the clenching in his chest? What was the feeling when she ran into another man's arms? What was the impulse to suddenly want to hurt another God just for the sake of having her for his own personal liking. It sounded wrong in every moral code he held himself against, but he was curious, he wanted to know what the sudden urge was to suddenly want to throw himself at her.
He grabbed his chest, fisting the fabric in his grasp, he had a feeling he knew deep, deep, deep down, but just haven't experienced it in a very long time.
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He continued to walk the halls, not sprinting, he was in no immediate need to find Fairy-san, even though she was in the hands of the Norse god of light. It made a shiver run down his back, his hatred for the Norse gods were bad enough, but the situation at hand was making the situation worse. He continued on, noticing that his steps had halted in his train of thought. He was falling apart, but what disturbed him the most was that he didn't mind, because his heart was falling to pieces for Fae to pick up.
He fell back into pace quickly, more purpose to each step, but as he was making his way to no place in particular, two very distinguished voices rang from down the hall. There was no doubt that the first person he heard was Fae, but the second person most definitely wasn't female, and he wasn't sure if he was particularly pleased about that. He could feel the knot between his brows form when he recognized the vibrant sea green hair of a Norse god.
As they continued to speak to each other, he noticed that Thor had become quite comfortable with the young human girl around. So did he for that matter, but he felt something when he was around her, and he knew—in a heartbeat—that his own heart had forgotten all about Cassandra. Yes, she'd forever rest in a very reserved place in the depths of his pumping organ, but however long his mortality lingers, he would continue to find the lover that would please him and the partner who would accept him. He knew that he could love the young human girl unconditionally and he hoped that she would too. He knew his father would maybe disagree with his actions, but he was a fully matured and grown god, and he hoped that his brothers would help support his every decision, how brothers should.
"Apollon-san...?" He blinked a few times.
"Apollon." A stern voice rang down the hall, he cleared up his foggy vision, "Ah! Thor-Thor! Nice to see you involving yourself with our dearest human representative!" He quickly slung an arm around her shoulders, he stole a quick glance, at least she wasn't crying, but he could definitely see the tear stained cheeks. He was still in the dark as to what made her upset just a few fleeting moments ago.
"Fairy-san, why did you run away?" He could feel his face turn into a pout, as he pulled her head closer to his, the tip of his nose almost touching hers. She shied away from his face, pulling his arm from around her shoulders. She looked up to him, he assessed it almost apologetically, her angelic like features contorting into a frown like appearance. Seeing it, he felt like he got immediately shot down, and the wound was bleeding out. "Apollon..." A large, and fairly stern hand rested on his shoulders, pulling him away ever so slightly from the girl he loved most.
He hates Norse gods.
He moved away, but kept a hand on her shoulder, shrugging off Thor's. He didn't want to be in contact with him. He smiled at the violet haired girl, it was as radiant as the sun. "Apollon, it's best if you gather the rest of the gods for supper, the hour is almost near." He turned to face the God of Thunder, why did he make it sound like they were headed in for battle. He had to remind himself that this is war, he is going to fight for what he loved most.
He is fighting for her right now.
"Of course, thank you, Thor-Thor!" He brushed off the Norse god's unnerving statement and trotted down the hall, he knew if he looked back. He would probably be sure to swipe that extremely calm face off the green haired God.
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They were at dinner, he had brought a book from the library to their supper. Since he wanted to distract himself from all the commotion around him (mostly the gods getting very touchy-feely with her), he decided to look at a book filled with special dates in human history and in present human time. He noticed that the marking of the first day in a new year is a very grand celebration. He wondered what it mean to Fae. He continued on down the list, but realized that New Years Eve was closest to the current date.
He decided he wanted to ask Fairy-san how she celebrated the "new year", but with the Norse gods practically swarming her with their low life, insufficient, and disgraceful charm, it made it hard for him to ask such a request from his queen.
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For the rest of the night, he only let a few sentences drift, usually, he was bubbly and radiant, the host of the show, and the life of the party. But for one night, he would spectate and figure out what was wrong with his heart.
He had run into her the morning later, he was planning to announce to his class that he'd be hosting a New Years Eve party when the day arrived, which would be in a few days time. He was excited for the upcoming news, and he knew the first person to know about it should be Fairy-san. And he'd tell her about it himself when it was only the two of them.
He caught her strolling down the hall, most likely making her way to class for it started in due time. "Fairy-san!" He called out in his usual cheerful voice, he never had to pretend when he was around her, it flowed out of him like a waterfall. Easy. Painless. And it was truthful emotions. "Apollon-san." She greeted him back with a slight dip of her head, she looked quite sullen and dragged her feet behind her. It was torment to see her like that, but he knew that if she wanted to tell him, she would. In due time. "I'm going to host a New Year's Eve party at my garden! Doesn't that sound wonderful!" He threw his hands in the air, hoping to stir energetic energy from her. However, his act was in vain, she remained sullen.
"That sounds wonderful, Apollon-san, I hope to be invited." She looked up through her bangs with a shy look, but it was hazy and unclear, but it suited him just fine. "Of course, Fairy-san! You always are!" He grabbed her hand and sprinted down the hallway to class, a little too enthusiastic to tell the class about his upcoming celebration.
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Fae had helped him, along with the other gods, getting his garden prepped and ready for the festival the following night. He was bouncing off walls and couldn't form coherent sentences for his hyperactivities took over his being.
Although everything was on schedule, in the back of his mind couldn't help but become anxious for over the past few days, Fae's current proposition hadn't changed. She hadn't come to him for help, she hadn't asked him for anything, she wouldn't even speak to him unless he spoke to her. And that mere fact shook him to the core.
He stomped on the thought to hopefully smolder the igniting flame, but instead made it worse. He became on edge and soon found himself having a slight disagreement with Balder. "Bal-Bal, those lanterns don't go over there, they're placed here!" He pointed at the hole in the ground where he had purposefully made for that specific lantern. And before he could stop his usually unheard of temper, he lashed out the same time Balder couldn't keep up his glowing facade. Thor had to step in.
And when the heat of the moment died down, and he took a deep breath of crisp air, he side glanced in no general direction and caught glimpse of Fairy. She looked like she was about to cry.
Again.
And his weak mental state told himself that he was to blame for her glistening eyes.
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The day of the festival came, albeit slowly and painfully (most of that was due to his overreactions to very simple mistakes on the Norse god's part) with a lot of arguing. But nonetheless, the night was upon them and he had announced that the gods were to wear their traditional clothing of their homeland. Henceforth the toga that hung along his waist and shoulders. He let out a long sigh as he left his room and made his way along the path to the garden where he'd be the first to arrive to his own party.
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He found Fae sitting by the water, talking to the koi, who to him, always seemed to have human emotions. "I don't know what to tell him..." her sentence drifted off, his mortal human ears couldn't hear the rest. His breath hitched as the words spilled out of her mouth, the first thought that occurred to him was that she was simply thinking of another man she liked, perhaps yearned for? He didn't give it a thought that it might've been himself, or maybe she wasn't even speaking of such emotions?
He stumbled out of the bushes, and ungracefully landed on his butt. He got up and rubbed the back of his head, ignoring the throbbing in his behind. He thought to himself, 'I once had poise.'
"Apollon-san..." He looked up to see her face as he made his way closer to his source of light and hoped that she wasn't upset about his sudden unexpected intrusion, "Ah! F-Fairy-san! I hope I wasn't interrupting..." He continued to scratch the back of his head uncomfortably. The corners of her lips tugged upwards and to him, it seemed that her face glowed.
He gently reached down and grabbed her hand, he slowly lead her to the edge of the water where she was seated earlier before he made his oh so graceful entrance. He sat down and tugged lightly on her wrist to indicate that he wanted company, she sat down beside him. The proximity was intoxicating to him, he noticed that she was wearing the most beautiful traditional Japanese robe he had ever seen (well, it was one of the first times he's seen a woman dress in one). "Yui-chan, you are beautiful."
She had a surprised look on her face, it's was probably because she hasn't heard her name from his mouth since the first day of school. He had labeled her as his (hence the pet name) and he wasn't planning on letting go. "Well Fae, it seems that you were troubled! Would you like to speak about it?" He would bluntly admit that errible lair, and if she couldn't hear the false tone in his voice, she was definitely hearing impaired.
"Well Apollon... It's just that it's been a few weeks now and I'm really starting to miss my family. I never been this homesick before, and each day it's just getting worse. The way that you and the Norse god's bicker remind me a lot of my brothers, and seeing that always makes me feel sad." She looked down to her feet, he wanted to comfort her, so he did. He slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. It seemed as though she fit perfectly against his body, as if she was molded to him in an indescribable way.
"Thank you Apollon-san, for everything." Her voiced was as sweet as honey, and her hair smelled like cherry blossoms. He pulled her at arms length after a long embrace, "Why don't we enjoy ourselves at the New Year's Eve party?"
She nodded her head as the first guest arrived.
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He had been walking around, admiring his hard work and all the effort he and his fellow students had put into making the whole even possible. He said his hellos to a few familiar faces, mostly the other gods and a few spirits he had befriended, but he was sure to leave a formidable distance between himself and the Norse god's. He didn't want a drama outbreak during such a festival and happy celebration, and not only that, but Fairy-san would definitely think about her family stuck in her home world. He would not put her in that situation.
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The night blossomed and everyone was having a grand time, it was a quarter till midnight when he spotted something that made his blood boil as if he was in the underworld himself.
Balder and Fairy-san, sitting next to each other in a more secluded part of his garden, near to the seeker's pedestal where he would glimpse into the future. He held her hand in one of his and her chin in the other. She looked slightly uncomfortable, but Balder had a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He couldn't help but ball his fists, no. He promised himself that he wouldn't do this to Fae, he promised himself that he'd keep his feeling for her in check.
He turned his head away, but a moment too slow. Balder had left a chaste kiss on her lips, and he swore, on his immortal soul, that he'd kill Balder.
It seemed that his temper flared like the sun when he was around her. She brought out the best and the worse in him, but he didn't care, she was his sun and stars.
And before he could comprehend anything more, there was crimson on his knuckles and Balder wiping his mouth from the liquid that oozed out of it. Fairy-san had a shocked expression, and half of the party had turned their attention towards them. He looked down in disgust, mostly towards himself, his actions. And some directed towards Balder.
But he couldn't handle the many reactions of his fellow students, especially hers.
So he fled.
Fled like a coward.
And a coward he felt like.
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He had seated himself far away from the koi pond and his garden, away from the party and away from the familiar faces. But as he watched the grand clock that stood on the steeple of the building he knew in a few short seconds, the new year would be upon them. He looked back down at his lap where his bruised knuckles lay, he let out a long sigh and turned away just as quickly as he looked.
As he was deep in thought, a soft and gentle hand lay itself on his shoulder, "Apollon-san, thank you..." An angelic voice range in his ears, he gently wrapped his fingers around her hand and brought it to his lips, "Fairy-san..." He whispered into her soft skin.
The bells suddenly run and the fireworks went off with a whistle. He knew it was a brad new year, something that he, an immortal being, never really thought of until now.
He felt her hand shift and soon, both her small palms rested on each side of his face, cupping his cheeks. He was surprised, but it didn't last long for his face was pulled up to hers as she lay her lips against his. He wanted to melt, right there, he was in heaven, no place on earth, no place on Olympus could compare to where he was at.
The fireworks continued their fiery dance around their silhouette, as the bells of the school run in the distance. There was no better time and no better place, then now.
And for some reason.
Some very odd reason.
As the gears began to turn in his head, he realized the nagging feeling he felt when she was around the other gods.
His lips moved perfectly with hers as he gave her a real kiss.
Jealousy.
She pulled away, out of breath and looked up to him with those beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
Yes, jealousy.
'Ahh... Love, what a powerful thing...'
He smiled back to the face of an angle.