Her voice melds so smoothly with the air it’s like a droplet falling into a still pond. Chem’s attention alerts right away, his moths poof away in a plume of curling black smoke. What a strange smoke-beast he’s become lately, eh? He smiles to himself, crooning at his own thoughts; such ego this one.
“Well, hello.” he chuffs gently through big black nostrils, clearing them to he may take a bold inhale of her smell. So, small, he ponders, and it makes his smile deepen. Her halo, her pink points, her milky colors – the swan-wings tightly pressed to her sides. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime, a lot of variations of magical infection in a horse – but – an angel, he never has, and her tiny size, somehow, only adds to the wonderment. He lowers his head, like he might when he talks to a child. He doesn’t speak, but quirks his head to the side, a tinkling teal eye revealed to observe her, a smile pasted proudly on his onyx lips.
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
@[Lillia] ♥
(sorry i took so long, i didn't see this until now)
