Never alive
White.
Whiteness.
Slow breeze, the faint whisper of the wind.
Birds singing, almost like music; a pleasant melody.
Fragrant air; beautiful sky.
Tranquil.
Heaven.
"No matter how much I try, this place still makes me sick…" Armi had to try her best not to throw up.
Mihael smirked. Looking down on the girl… walking ahead- he also turned back to his toddler form. "My house is that wa-"
"What is this thing! So cute!" Armi grabbed him, hugging him tight.
The nausea wasn't a concern anymore, no.
Now granted, Armi's chest was soft, kind of softer than even Sarveisa's but… but Mihael broke free, cleared his throat. "Refrain from touching me so casually. You are a hero in training. And I'm a god."
"Since when were you worried about the details…" She mumbled but almost drooled at the sight of Mihael. "Btw, can you like get rid of those pants? I want to have a proper look at how-"