Wrath's lips parted in the silent night, as Mel's sincere request pried open her mask of indifference.
Her grip on her katana loosened, her cheek leaning more towards Mel's caring touch.
She has missed this warmth just as the Saintess did.
"What will those words amount to?" Wrath uttered. "A confession of what I feel? Or a testament to my resolve?"
Mel's gleaming eyes met Wrath's dim grey gaze. It was as if her sincerity could not sway her stubbornness.
Yet the Witch of Lust's smile deepened, her voice barely a whisper. "There's nothing deep to it, Wrath."
Mel slowly pulled herself towards Wrath, her movements deliberate and gentle.
Her lavender witch hat slipped to the side as she leaned in, their noses nuzzling against each other, with Mel's palm firmly pressing against Wrath's cheek.
She murmured. "How you feel. How you hesitate. Please set them aside for my tiny request, just this once."
