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[ Morning has come yet again.

Archangel, at times, fears that he has distorted upon the Consciousness Orb. He fears that what he is experiencing is nothing more than a delusion of his mind in order to remain sane in a dying and rotting world. Yet he thinks that if this were a distortion -- if he had become a Grotesque -- that he would have created a world where he could bed Dextera whenever he wants.

No, wait -- the world. He would dream of a world that is whole and clean and good. Would he be the Absolute God? Is that what his ruined self believe? In such a pretty little lie. Or maybe, his mind would regress and relive the past and -- he isn't sure. What would his Baroque truly be? What horrific shape would it be? ]

Sinistra.

[ He calls to the twin that lives with him instead. He's tired of these early morning thoughts. They come to him when he looks up at the ceiling in the dark. But he isn't in any pain. Of course, the pain of being speared on the Consciousness Orb faded from his senses after awhile, too. Maybe he is in some anguish without realizing it.

Archangel crawls into the bed that Sinistra's sleeping. He reaches his hand out to brush the hair out of the other's face and behind his ear, like they're actually lovers that do those sort of actions.

He's tired of his thoughts and wants to hurt Dextera. He's filled with unreasonable hate. He wants to hurt Dextera in ways that Dextera isn't even aware of, and that brings a little bit of peace into his heart. ]

Sinistra, wake up.

Brother, have you heard from the Archangel?

[ dextera has tried to get in contact with him about an unusual question, and his impression of the archangel in this world makes him think that he would have received an answer by now. the only other person he knows who might keep up with the archangel is his brother, and so, this is who he’s turned to. ]

Brother. Please come over. I can’t stand to be alone with my thoughts.

[What better way to avoid her interpersonal problems than to focus on others! Which is why Sinistra is getting a voicemail--]

Are you faring well?

[Hmm, she may be also interested in talking to him about certain religious things. But hey, better make sure he's okay first.]

He asked me to marry him.

[There's really no particular reason why Fiona is taking a stroll through the groves. Being with nature is nice, that's all. She has some free time, so why not. It's not as if anything in particular is calling her, and all her partners seem to be busy. The nearest flower garden is top priority for today's walk, but whatever plans the priestess had in mind are tossed out the window the moment she spots a familiar face.]

It seems our paths cross once more. What has brought you to this destination?

[Fiona has a smile on to match her curious gaze as she approaches. A stroll wasn't a bad idea after all!]

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