Who is Fangorn? (part two)
"Hey Ithuriel," I start, swallowing heavily as I try to get the words out of my throat. He looks up from his chair, mouth twitching with a faint dissatisfaction.
"Mm?"
"What if we really are just as bad as them? What if I am just as bad as the vampires?" I ask, looking back down to the floor again to disguise my embarrassment at the seeming absurdity of the question. Ithuriel scoffs.
"Are you saying this just because you let a vampire put his di-"
I launch a cushion at him, smacking him right in the face.
"Don't be so crude," I say, but I am laughing as well, bent over double with the shock of Ithuriel attempting to be so lewd. "I would expect to hear that from Soren, not you. You were supposed to be the sensible one!" I complain, my sides beginning to hurt from the laughter as I roll my eyes dramatically at the white haired angel before me. After a few moments I wipe my eyes. Ithuriel cracks a nervy grin.