oneshots for when i don't update my book(s) : D

ophelia but it's a heaven/hell au

( slowed ver - https://youtu.be/UbMlcwYwBjc )

( bgl, fluff (yes, again because i'm a sucker for fluff and no one has requested otherwise) )

sorry that this is so late, feeling very uninspired recently

in which an angel is terrified

someone might find it odd that seth was hanging off a cliff. but, then, his head was only a few feet off the ground. if it wasn't, though, his wings would take care of that. if he remembered how to use them, that is.

recently, his mind had been a bit preoccupied. he'd fallen through the clouds about three times now. the thing is – she didn't care. all she cared about was one person.

ophelia. she's so beautiful, and amazing, and gorgeous, and sweet, and pretty. thought seth. she was being repetitive, she knew that. she couldn't help it, it was in his nature to detect beauty with him being an angel and all.

and what else did he know about her, anyway? i mean he knew she liked to knit. and she liked softer colors. and she especially liked powder blue, it seemed. but it didn't matter. all that mattered was that she was his soulmate.

he hadn't told anyone yet but he was going to confess to her, that's why he was hanging off a cliff, collecting her favorite flowers. made of pure light and happiness - great for cookies. she was never able to get any because they only grew in heaven.

that is because she's a devil. the most stunning one he'd ever seen, that's for sure. she didn't look it. with her smooth gingerbread skin, speckled with freckles. usually he wouldn't compare anyone to food but he thought it was only fitting for a baker.

he'd thought he sort of looked like whip cream anyway, seeing as she kept disintegrating in fear recently. though his skin was sort of a tortilla-tan color, when one disintegrated, all color faded to an even white and shiny color. some people also become liquidy - like whipped cream – but he usually kept his full form.

after all, gingerbread and whipped cream go well together, right? he wouldn't know - he was wildly allergic to gingerbread.

***

"s-so, yeah, you should go out with me." seth said. he was sweating and slightly translucent. and this wasn't even the real thing. he was just talking to himself in front of a reflecto-flower. he quickly reprimanded himself.

dammit. uh....

"do you want to go out with me?" he tried. he continued on this for a couple minutes. "you could possibly go out with me," "out we can go?" "let us exit this premises together...." etc. but nothing sounded right.

"...hey?" a small voice came from the corner. in theory, of course, because clouds don't have corners or edges. seth jumped, yelping. it was ophelia. his cheeks flushed red.

"HI! HEY! HELLO-" he said – or, rather, yelled. ophelia winced and giggled quietly, still smiling in that sweet way that she did, trying not to offend him. seth was absolutely mortified. why would he yell???

"hey seth!" she entered the room cautiously.

"h-hi, sorry, i-" he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. he hadn't meant to burst her eadrums.

"oh it's alright. and, yes, i would love to. though you didn't have to send me so many flowers." she shook a reflecto-flower.

"you would love to what?" he hadn't sent her any flower

"go out with you." she smiled and let herself fall through the clouds before he could ask anymore questions. he looked into his reflecto-flower.

"to ophelia izokiath. - let us exit this premises together - 13 flowers." 

(577 words)

~ edited ~

- nova a.