-Death's Grove-
As the sun got high in the sky, a lone figure dropped into the dangerous woods of Death Grove. Black robes swirled around his boots, his impressive black wings creating a small whirlwind around him, blowing back the pile of dried leaves under where he stood.
Reqiel was nestled in Andras' arms, dark blue eyes holding the iridescent sunlight that spilled through the tree cover. His fair hair was splayed over Andras' arm, his expression poignant as he looked around them.
Andras' wings dissipated into nothingness, but he made no move to put down Reqiel, and it seemed like, unless the Angel made the move to get down himself, he was content to hold him till the sun went down.
Reqiel right then was lost in his own thoughts, reliving the memories. It had all happened, it was no longer a hazy memory buried under a decade of being shackled to his castle. After coming to this conclusion, he eagerly tried to get down, prompting Andras to let it go.
