𝔐𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰, 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢. 𝔐𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠~

ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂ .｡ﾟ+..｡

Michael sits in the enchanted forest, sharpening his sword near a comfortably warm, yet unnaturally colored, fire. William made it with one of his many spells, giving it that lilac flame. Sharp sparks come from the wood underneath. Even though William has said many times that it's safe to be nearby, and that those sparks are harmless, Michael decided to keep a fair distance in case that was not true.

The cleric stands a couple yards away, humming an unknown tune to himself (that, to Michael, sounds like a lullaby) whilst practicing calming magic. He makes little hopping bunnies and ferocious roaring dragons in misty blue and lavender smoke, combined with more critters in pale yellows while sparkles dancing around each and every creature he imagines. This is his calm space, and this is what he loves.

Michael watches from afar, admiring his love enjoy such calming things, such innocent things. You could never think such a man has experienced horrendous things and fought gruesome monsters just by looking at him. Michael was with him every single time, and he's seen just how fierce William has gotten during those fights. He can switch from one to the other like lightning, and that's what Michael loves about him...

Michael may be the heart, but William is the soul. His soul. Forever and more.

゜-: ✧☾ ☆.｡.:* .｡.:*☆.　☽✧ :-゜・.