So what would an angel say?

Illusion's heart skipped a beat as Cadaver's returned her embrace, his warmth seeping into her very being. She reveled in the sensation, basking in the comfort of his embrace. Every word he spoke, every gesture he made, fueled the fire of her fixation on him. He couldn’t possibly understand the ramifications of his words, of his apparent acceptance of her. Even if it was under pretense on her part. It was intoxicating, this feeling of adoration she held for her dear brother. It was the strongest emotion she had ever felt. It wasn’t blank nothingness, it was… what? She was too young to know.

Her lips curled into a smile, a delicate expression that hid the turmoil within her. "Oh, brother," She murmured softly, her voice a melodic whisper of sound. "You always know just what to say. You make me so happy." Her paws trailed lightly along his shoulder, a show of affection – that’s good right? Though beneath the surface, her mind whirled with schemes and desires, all hidden behind a facade of sweetness. He seemed to like it when she focused on complimenting him, the puff of  his chest seemed to grow every time she offered him those sorts of words.

As Cadaver pulled away, playful demeanor and all, Illu returned his energy. She mimicked his mischievous tone, the curve of his lips into a grin. Her eyes blazed with excitement, tail wagging just as his did. But again he drew out a new reaction from her, a real one. His teasing words sent a thrill down her spine, and she couldn't help but giggle in response. ”For you,” Illusion mused aloud – making a great show of it by circling him with a prance. “and only you.” The girl’s laughter echoed off the cave walls, a sound that danced on the edge of madness.

When he suggested they head back, a pang of disappointment shot through her. With a reluctant nod, she forced a smile, her eyes betraying the turmoil within. A crack in her armor. "Yes..." She replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But, Cadaver... I'll always be here for you, too. Always." And with that vow hanging in the air between them, she turned and led him out of the cave, her heart a tangled mess – that dumb fleshy thing.

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