-Westway Island-
-Boundary Sea-
They hovered over the ocean, a long way from the beach, a powerful pair of black wings keeping them both afloat.
Reqiel clung to Andras like he was underwater and the Demon was his only source of oxygen. He had wanted this for days, so he greedily held on, until his lungs protested from a lack of oxygen.
He wrenched away from the kiss with the last of his strength, his head resting limply against Andras' shoulders. He had ended up in the other's arms after he was caught mid-air.
Andras' attention was taken away from the gasping Angel in his arms. In the far distance, there were a few festival-goers headed in their direction. He flew over to the beach, Reqiel had left his shoes somewhere on the beach, but that was far from important, they could easily get him all the pairs he wanted. However, he knew that Reqiel wouldn't be happy if he woke up the next morning to find his hair accessory gone.
