[ Archangel is good at digging up the truth of him. That he would, in fact, rather be woken harshly — even if only by this man. The sentiment trickles through their bond, intuitive and intrinsic between their aspects. He tries to push, to find the truth of the Archangel's mind as well.
Does he really care? He speaks so sweetly, he cannot mean it. Perhaps it's what pushes Set forth now, for if retreat does not do him any good, he will fight. Fight back, until he explodes. ]
No, you do not.
[ It's his turn to lay a hand on the other, to flatten his palm to the space where Archangel's heart would lay. ]
If you did, you would — listen, to me. Not insist. Are you able to do that, Archangel?
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Does he really care? He speaks so sweetly, he cannot mean it. Perhaps it's what pushes Set forth now, for if retreat does not do him any good, he will fight. Fight back, until he explodes. ]
No, you do not.
[ It's his turn to lay a hand on the other, to flatten his palm to the space where Archangel's heart would lay. ]
If you did, you would — listen, to me. Not insist. Are you able to do that, Archangel?