Liko’s wings fluttered as her eyes tail over to where Dot sat chatting away on camera. It always ended up like this, where she was sitting staring a little too hard at Dot. Granted, the Angel always had to monitor her, but it wasn’t as intense as this. Liko had started drinking in every detail about her, like the way her antenna hair perked up at times, or how she bashfully scratches the back of her neck when she’s unsure, she even differentiated which side of her sticking out her tongue to determine her focus v.s frustration. The celestial being is unsure why she was being like this. All she knew was there was something about her ward that entranced her.
Why does my heart beat so fast when I look at her? Liko clutched the collar of her toga, rubbing her fingers thought the silky fabric. As she continued to ponder, still stealing glances at the object of her fixation. Do mortals have some kind of special aura that makes me like this?
Shaking away the silly thought, of course humans have no such thing. But what is happening to me. Liko couldn’t look away from the girl in a Nidorina suit. For some reason, the way her voice pitched up an octave when she was excited about a topic combined with the more vibrant movements of her arms had the Angel think of a single word…
“Adorable.”
Liko barely noticed it slipping out of her mouth, until it already had sprouted wings in a clumsy whisper. The dove in her chest flapping against the bars of her rib cage, desperate to soar too. The blue haired girl's halo warbled as she clawed at her torso, attempting to shove that bird back into its cage. It hurts, why does it hurt so bad! Liko was on the verge of tears trying to close the bars of the cage. Dot couldn’t see her like this guardian angels bare the burdens alone. Liko need to be strong for her.
By the time the Angel heard the closing remarks of a Nidothing stream, she had gotten her heart under control. Mostly.
“Liko? Are you doing alright?” Dot's rough voice, softening in lilt of concern, had the Pidove’s restless.
The swarming of Mandibuzz picking away at Liko’s stomach made it impossible to meet her eye’s with the programmer. “I’m fin.,” She mumbled unconvincingly, “Really!” She stated again, making the unfortunate mistake of swiveling her head to meet Dot’s.
The Angel's baby blue orbs met soft lavender ones, Oh… she has a lot of freckles. Liko ended up completely speechless. A second pair of her eyes, manifesting on the tops of her cheeks, nashing its Mightyena like teeth at every new detail it found of Dot’s uncovered face. No stars—freckles left uncounted.
Dot was in a similar speechless state, as Liko has sprouted two new eyes. They were just as blue as the skies of her other pair. She couldn’t help but thumb her cheeks, snapping all four orbs to hers. She had Liko’s full attention now.
“So pretty…” Dot trailed off just like, her thumbs swooping to the side, her embarrassment palpable.
“You— you think so?”
“Yeah. I love that they're full of the same emotional swirls of the sky.” The freckled girl breathed, as she pulled her headband off to hide her blush from the oblivious Celestial.
Love?
Love!
Love…
That’s what it was—the feeling that plagued her so much. Liko heart fluttered along with her appendages attached to her back. Nodding dumbly, saying a quick thank you and a poor excuse to jump out the window.
Harsh gales of wing sliced along the sheen of her feathers, fitting the whirlwind of emotion brewing within the angel. Love! I can’t be in love! Angels aren’t allowed to love. Liko landed in that oh so familiar clearing that she and Dot visited some time ago. She must have come here in her dissociation. The blue haired girl plopped in the grass, the scent of wildflowers wafted around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. Not that Liko found it comforting.
I shouldn't be in love… but why am I? This broke everything Liko ever knew as an angel. It should be impossible, but the wretched ache in her heart told her otherwise.
… Liko understood what she had to do next…
She had to let her love die.
Every fiber of her being, her mind, heart and soul, begging her not to go through with it. But she had too. It was the only way to protect Dot. Don’t you mean to protect yourself?
Ignoring the voice in the back of her mind as she usually did, she forced all her romantic thoughts of Dot into the deepest recesses of her mind. Right next to that voice.
It was agony for Liko. IT HURTS! It hurts so much. But it's for the best. The internal screaming and wailing into the uncaring flowers, caging those wonderful feelings she desperately wanted to keep. The angel sobbed at the loss, curled into a ball, wings wrapped around her pathetic form, shielding her from Mesprits eyes.
My heart is full of swords.
Dot smiled to herself, mindlessly playing over and over the angel's dumbfounded look. She really doesn’t handle complements well. She adored Liko—Loved her, even. Dot hoped her angel would come back soon, she missed her presence already.
Darling Dove, true love of mine.