“Why would you gift it to the spy hunters? Hellfire kills angels”
he said, shivering at the angels feathery touch “a-and... I forgot”
he said, turning red
"Not all would be made with hellfire, silly." He hummed, having
mostly composed himself again. He swept all the files back together
into one pile, leaning forward to do so as his wings pressed a
little more firmly against Hawk's back. "I haven't ever seen
Hellfire though, so I might have to experiment around to make the
regular fire look like hellfire or vice versa." Caught up in his
mumblings, he didn't notice the other's small predicament.
"I'm sure that if it's a colour issue we can find some minerals
that can help change the colour and we can even have the
temperature adjusted to match Hellfire. But you'll have to show me
what hel..." Trailing off, he excitedly turned to face Hawk finally
before he realized that the other's face was flushed a deep red.
"A-are you okay?" He finally asked, leaning in lose to lay a hand
on Hawk's forehead, taking his temperature in case he had fallen
sick
"You're hot." He murmured, keeping his hand there for a moment
longer just to make sure that the temperature he was feeling was
right before backtracking at his choice of words. "I-i mean you're
burning up kind of hot. Not that you're not pretty, you are, but I
don't think that's a regular temperature for anyone to have, even
demons." He rambled, hastily getting up to get a cool towel, the
other's laughter only making him worry even more
Lucky, or perhaps unlucky depending on one's viewpoint, Raphael had
already left to grab a cool towel. Returning quite quickly,
however, the angel gently laid the cool cloth over Hawk's forehead,
hands twisting worriedly before him. He wasn't exactly sure why the
demon had suddenly fallen sick, was it because of his banishment?
The toil let off steam, and he slowly grew to normal temperatures,
as the towel dried completely “oh, there” he said, smiling, as he
locked eyes with Raphael “hehheheheheeheheheeshshshshs” he
murmured, taking shaky breaths
His eyebrows furrowed as he knelt down beside him, removing the
towel and replacing it with his hand to check again. The
temperature seemed more or less normal but he was still worried.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked, making sure to brush away any
stray hairs
That wasn't exactly what he was expecting but he nodded
nonetheless, trying to steady out his own racing heart. "My own
emotions are a bit of a mess too right now, but if it will help,
then please go ahead." he agreed
He stood up, and rested a hand under raphaels chin, lifting it up
so he could stare into his soul once more. Because he was a pure
blood demon, both eyes turned black, and reflected the universe of
stars that represented raphaels soul. “Punk means love, yellow
means happiness, green means nervousness, purple means jealousy,
and red means anger” he said “so, what colours do you see in my
eyes? They reflect your soul” he said, smiling as he looked at him
His heart picked back up when Hawk hooked clever fingers under his
chin but what really captivated the angel was the soft smile
spreading over the other's face, the unguarded emotion making his
heat and heart reel with a mess of emotions. Swallowing dryly,
Raphael focused his attention on the other's eyes as he was
instructed and lost himself in how much yellow he could see. Green
speckled the galaxy but even that was overshadowed by the
blossoming pink blooming amongst the nebulae, a garden of colours
swimming within the demon's eyes. "Yellow." He finally answered,
voice hoarse. "Lots of yellow and green. There's... some pink too."
Well that was a big lie, there was a lot more than just 'some'
pink, but he was way too embarrassed to admit otherwise
"N-not heaps..." He defended weakly, ashamed at being caught lying.
"Compared to the other colours it definitely counts as some."
Tripping over his final words as the other was suddenly at eye
level with him, Raphael bit his lip in anticipation.
It was a wonder how he hadn't fainted yet with the amount of blood
rushing in his head. "If anything, you're the pretty one here." He
countered weakly, giving the other a small pout.
it felt unfair that the demon had the ability to fluster him to
this degree, Raphael being nearly defenceless against the other's
charms. He instead settled on keeping his pout to get his point
across. Or was he just inadvertently proving Hawk's argument?
Regardless, his whole argument was set into pouting lips and the
most disapproving stare he could muster up.