Vil had just got defeated out from his overblot, he fell limp on the floor like a statue, a beautifull and broken one. The blot dripped from him to the floor before dissapearing

** As you, Rook and Epel try to wake him up... He doesn't budge at all, he stays there with his soft eyelids over his beautifull eyes.**

"He might be cursed! Maybe a kiss of his true love will wake him up!"

Rook said, carrying a tone of mischief at the blunt suggestion yet anything would suffice at this point

After he said that, Rook nudged you foward while Epel found it ridiculous but staying quiet nonethless as he didn't want to become a victim at this either

You go near Vil, looking at his resting face for a moment. He looked so peacefull and calm differently from his self when he overblotted before. You lean in slowly, your eyes closing as well and then...

"Don't try that ever again."

Vil uses his hand to stop your lips from meeting his face as he sat up. Wow, what an embarassing moment for you...

He had his head leaned on one of his hands as he thoughts about all that happened and why his heart beated so fast...