the-god-of-stories

[the-god-of-stories]

... Do you love me?

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

I love you.

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

*I blush and lift her jaw*

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

There's so many reasons to be bad, but you're a reason to be good...

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

I do love you, Angel. Ever since we met you've treated me differently from the rest, you made me want to be around you. I'm addicted to you.

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

... I do.

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

Think that I love you. *I put my hand on her cheek*

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

Oh. *I keep my hands firmly on her waist*

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

Am I?

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

Tell me.

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

Why..? *I caress her hair*

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

*I press my face into her neck*

Why are you here? I was worried.

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

I told you I'd find you if you ran away.. *I look at her softly*

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

*I grab her by the waist and teleport us to an alley*

...

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

*I look at her from the ground, a blush creeps up to my face but I brush it away, I teleport infront of her*

Angel.

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

*I look at her, she looks beautiful with that grin or her face, I keep chasing her but trip over as I can't concentrate on where I'm running*

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......

[the-god-of-stories]

Angel-! *I run after her*

Angel goes to the pub door, staring through the blurry glass at the illusion of earth, opening it slowly as she walks towards the gate, every and any universe waiting for her on the other side. She could end up anywhere, she walks through, feeling her body get dtreatched and torn before the smell of freshly washed linen fills her nose.......