aldriix's Literatures
Dea stood. “This is really how you’d prefer to spend our last moments?”
“What else are we gonna do? Sit here and cry? We’ve done enough of that. It’ll be fun, trust me. Our first dance was so unforgettable, let’s make our last even better.” The False Angel put the record in place, grabbed Dea’s hand, and pulled them towards the Tree. “Come on, dollface, let’s have one last dance before we go out with a bang.” She flashed a grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes, spinning Dea around and wrapping her arms around their waist.
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Or, the last dance Dea and the False Angel get to have together.
general funky hypnosis stuff! nothing bad dw but mentioning it just in case
The False Angel and Dea have a rendezvous. Dea is sure they can resist the False Angel's mind games. The False Angel, however, thinks otherwise.
Beetle and Peppermint enjoy a moment in the rain.