[While slightly more used to things than he would be, it doesn't mean she won't revel at the chance to indulge. Maybe a little too frequently, considering her .. sort-of status. So when he turns, offers a hand out, she readily steps into the gentle downpour, toes cold against the wet grass; she's always barefoot.
Of course she'll join him, yield to him, despite the off chance that he could have come to her. The rain falls off her skin like marble decadence, soaking into her flesh rather than humidifying off as it did on her demon.]
It doesn't rain in Heaven, either. [Fingers twine and she just knows.]
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Of course she'll join him, yield to him, despite the off chance that he could have come to her. The rain falls off her skin like marble decadence, soaking into her flesh rather than humidifying off as it did on her demon.]
It doesn't rain in Heaven, either. [Fingers twine and she just knows.]