The way Beelzebub grips at him is very reminiscent of the way his lover pulls at and nuzzles into him in the early mornings before the sun's light arches over the top of the Wilds. The sight and sensations bring a small, fond smile to the knight's face. Almost automatically, he draws the now-smaller (strange, to ever think of Beelzebub in terms of smallness or litheness) form of his lover into his arms, and gently strokes the long and wavy blond hair spilling down the angel's back and over her shoulders.
"Cariad?" His fingers gently brush the blood-speckled down of the tops of the angel's folded wings, finding this sensation also very familiar and comforting. "You've come through your change."
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Date: 2020-07-10 01:17 am (UTC)"Cariad?" His fingers gently brush the blood-speckled down of the tops of the angel's folded wings, finding this sensation also very familiar and comforting. "You've come through your change."