Not just a house. Not just a flight of fancy, apparently. But what takes the demon aback is just how clearly he can picture it all in his mind, the colors, the coast, the garden - the two of them. Clearer than most other things he could ever conjure up in his old mind.
He's quiet - quieter - then, a moment given to process the place the angel has spoken into being (not literally, although that's entirely out of the realm of possibility), and all moments need to be carefully studied in situations like this. So many romances of old come to mind, stories created by some of the most creative human minds, and now he understands an entirely new perspective on the quiet drama of it all. Waves of emotions lapping onto still shores, crashes at first, but then merely a slowly rising tide.
"It sounds..." He hesitates again, careful, but also not sure what will come out of his own mouth. So many words and none come to mind if he tries to grasp at them.
"...lovely." A word so overused, but the meaning hides itself in the tone.
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Date: 2021-08-04 08:22 pm (UTC)He's quiet - quieter - then, a moment given to process the place the angel has spoken into being (not literally, although that's entirely out of the realm of possibility), and all moments need to be carefully studied in situations like this. So many romances of old come to mind, stories created by some of the most creative human minds, and now he understands an entirely new perspective on the quiet drama of it all. Waves of emotions lapping onto still shores, crashes at first, but then merely a slowly rising tide.
"It sounds..." He hesitates again, careful, but also not sure what will come out of his own mouth. So many words and none come to mind if he tries to grasp at them.
"...lovely." A word so overused, but the meaning hides itself in the tone.