Azrael's POV
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"So... Here we are." Celeste chuckled awkwardly when she and Azrael got in front of her door.
Azrael stood at the side, watching her fiddle aimlessly with the lock. It was just one key card.
"Need a hand with that?" He found himself asking, a small smirk tugging his lips.
She froze, clutching the card. "No... I... It's just." She let out a breath, closing her eyes for a moment. Then she turned to face him, all while he took note of every movement.
Watching her was like watching a flower through its phases in real time. Beautiful. Peaceful. In her own little world.
"Azrael... Thank you." She ended up saying after what felt like forever.
The words echoed off the hallway walls, sparking an odd desire in him.
Still, he arched his brow. "For what?"
"You know..." She gestured. "For what you did out there. Stepping in when I was about to embarrass myself in a telekinetic duel."
Silence.
Azrael didn't know how to feel about that.
