The long kiss slowly faded.
The air around them was still filled with drifting gold particles and soft black motes, the remnants of their clashing auras.
The cracked throne room felt quiet now, as if even the air itself held its breath at the intimate moment it had just witnessed.
Sylvia opened her eyes first.
Sofia was still gazing at her from up close, her breath warm, her cheeks faintly pink something rarely seen on a powerful angel of her caliber.
They were still holding each other.
Alicia was massaging her forehead from afar.
Stacia shook her head and rolled her eyes.
The tiny Treant was making rapid, angry "plop plop plop…" sounds like a child watching their parents engage in PDA without considering their "kid."
Sofia finally pulled back slightly, her eyes soft.
"…I really missed you."
Sylvia lifted a hand and brushed Sofia's cheek lightly.
"I missed you too."
