He could sense the guilt that was showing on her face, and he didn’t want her to feel like she had let him down. If anything, he was the one who left, and the one who should have took the blame. Jeremy sighed heavily, but at the feel of his hands touching her face and her small but loving gestures of affection, he closed his eyes, wanting the moment to last forever.
“Away from this world?” He was confused, he wanted answers and most importantly he didn’t want her to go anymore.
“Wh—what does that mean? Yofiel?”
Again her lips curled up into a small smile. He wasn’t or did not seem angry with her, and that calmed her down quite a bit. Her fingers did run over the back of his hand, then arm and finally was placed on the side of his face too, her thumb brushing over his cheek.
The young woman nodded, sighing for a small moment.
”As an archangel I am not bound to this reality or time.. there are many, many worlds and.. I traveled them. But I kind of got lost..” she shrugged with an embarrassed chuckle, biting down on her bottom lip, it was really kind of embarrassing.
tbh I’d love to rp with most characters I follow here rather on another blog of mine… but he is from an anime and //crey
"I let a bottled wind spell slip… so it’s a bit stormy today…
—but I guess that fits autumn just well…”
This was…babble to him. Greg wasn’t sure he was following just what the cat was saying. He blinked at him, looking down to the joint in his hand, “I…must be laced…” the last part was muttered a little as he put it out and stored it away in his pocket.
This was just all very confusing…what an odd trip, “Crazy? No…just a trip…not crazy. Stranger things have talked to me…”
He liked to babble, it made people confused, and after all he had started the conversation with the wish to hear his own voice.
”Oh Boy.. you have no idea where you are, hu?” the cat asked with a cackle, sitting up again and then with a blink of an eye turning into his normal body, a rather handsome man, expansive closes that made to look more casual, short hair and blue eyes. He stretched himself, his movements still reminding of the ones of a cat.
”Jean my name, Jean LeChat.. Pun intended..”
So yeah, Greg was just going to write this off as some strange hallucinatory trip. He should have stopped smoking the joint in his hand, but he didn’t. No point if he was already high. He stared at the cat speaking, eyebrows pressed together as he watched him.
"Uh…my name’s Greg."
"Greg, Greg I see… I knew a mouse once that was named Greg.. not a mouse actually a Rat, giant Rat.. was actually a really literate creature.. we did get along quite well.." The old, old cat reminicened. tilting his head, tail swinging from side to side.
”You know kid, as long as you are here I’d suggest to not smoke too much of that… you might lose your mind..” the cat said, turning his eyes so they were cross, eyed before laughing so much he fell on his side.
”Oh but you think you already have.. don’t you, mortal Greg?”
Greg had found a bench for the night…a part of town that didn’t seem to have many authority figures. The last thing he needed was for someone to shoo him from his perch for the night. A joint hung lazily from his fingers, already a little high when he heard the soft thunk of something landing beside him. He turned his head, looking to the cat.
Blue eyes widened a little when it spoke and he glanced to his joint and back to the cat with a confused expression. Aaaalright, maybe there was some acid laced with this weed.
The cat chuckled, that was the expression he liked to see. Or squeaking people.. women tend to do that. Squeak like a mouse and then possibly run or freeze. It was amusing, mortals were so damn amusing.
“Hello, hello mortal friend.. or fiend? No.. no too human to be a danger, so no foe.. and someone who is no foe is a friend until proven otherwise..” Yes, yes he really seemed to only half talk to the other, and for the most part with himself.
"So kid, for I am bored.. tell me your name~"
The familiar was actually not in a very good mood. The street had been lost in the void for a while, putting all residents to sleep.. and Jean hated to be put to sleep. But well.. now visitors could find the magical place again, and he was able to haunt them once more.
And that was exactly what he did. There was some lonely guy, new.. so the cat elegantly jumped on the bench beside him and opened it’s mouth:
“Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk…
so I shall sit here and do just that… but you are allowed to reply~”