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[CrimsonMoon]

" The universe is a baka," He hums and kisses her cheek, sliding the ring from the tiny box and putting it on her ring finger

[Light]

"Doesn't that make us all one?" She gently entwines her fingers with his when the ring is on with a smile.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I guess so.." He muses, his eyes glittering faintly like the stars," Mhm... I guess so..."

[Light]

"What do they show you?" She questions softly, "The stars? Is it pretty?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Kinda..." He murmurs, stroking her hair," It's super confusing though.." he shrugs faintly

[Light]

She rests her cheek against his collarbone, "Hmmmm... I bet it would be confusing..."

[CrimsonMoon]

"It's kinda scary too though," He admits quietly," Because everything is possible..."

[Light]

"That can be fun too," she leans back and smiles at him, "Cause you're not alone. We're all here--it can be an adventure."

[CrimsonMoon]

" True... but all I want is to destroy the Angels.. forever.." He mutters and presses his nose into her hair

[Light]

"You and every other human on this planet," she closes her eyes, "and probably every organism in the universe."

[CrimsonMoon]

He frowns and murmurs," If I could get all of them together... than I could destroy them easily.."

[Light]

"They probably think the same way," she lifts her head a bit, "But maybe..."

[CrimsonMoon]

He glaces at her questioningly, his hands stroking her hair," Maybe what?"

[Light]

"You can set up a place, that they would be more likely to gather at--like a grave yard."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Maybe but... Most graveyards have been constrcte over... Theres just one.." He trails off and frowns," oh my.."

[Light]

"Mhm." She nods her head and rests it back in the corner of his neck, "I could tell, by looking at some of the attackers. They were from that one."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... The Angels of Gettysburg," he murmurs softly. Almost a thousand two hundred years later, the memorial of the American civil war had become an inter-universal cemetary for old heroes of war and peacetime... And the memorials always held angels

[Light]

"Catacombs, statues, bodies," she softly sighs, "Their perfect base."

[CrimsonMoon]

He playfully kisses her lips," I'll take care of it, but we should be thinking about happy things, yeah?"

[Light]

She opens her eyes, the green orbs glowing, "Thank you, topic change would be much appreciated," she lightly kisses his lips.