[Compared to someone like Michael, Lute is a relatively youthful angel, but she remembers what humans would call ancient Greece and Rome very well. Not so long ago, on a heavenly scale.]
You were named for love. [She can understand not wanting to be known as Eros, considering. Lute regards her with a detached curiosity. An angel from a different what? If more coffee is what it takes to find out, that's fine by her.]
Yes. We'll do that. No need for any panic. [Another reassurance. Lute herself is too numb for panic. None of this can hurt her any worse than what's already happened.
She gets the coffee, ordering her own extra strong and sugary, and takes a seat. Yes, Lute is drinking coffee through her scary mask, somehow. Heavenly magic, they can do that, don't worry about it.] Cupid. After the little cherubic boy with the arrows of love?
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You were named for love. [She can understand not wanting to be known as Eros, considering. Lute regards her with a detached curiosity. An angel from a different what? If more coffee is what it takes to find out, that's fine by her.]
Yes. We'll do that. No need for any panic. [Another reassurance. Lute herself is too numb for panic. None of this can hurt her any worse than what's already happened.
She gets the coffee, ordering her own extra strong and sugary, and takes a seat. Yes, Lute is drinking coffee through her scary mask, somehow. Heavenly magic, they can do that, don't worry about it.] Cupid. After the little cherubic boy with the arrows of love?