[ in return for his kindness, Archangel will be gifted with a pulse that thrums between them - something as warm as the bask of the sunlight on one's face yet serene as the moon's glow.
this is Yima's happiness.
she feels there are no words necessary to convey her thanks; he will feel it, and she will watch him retire from the courtyard until he vanishes from sight, smile lingering at her lips. ]
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this is Yima's happiness.
she feels there are no words necessary to convey her thanks; he will feel it, and she will watch him retire from the courtyard until he vanishes from sight, smile lingering at her lips. ]