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Veronica and Just Joe
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Mar 26, 2013 09:29PM

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Shetan held her close to his chest, stroking her head comfortingly and her lower back. "I'm so sorry," he whispered softly. "I know how you feel. My father died, and I felt the same way."

"My father was murdered..." Shetan murmured, slipping into memories a little. But he continued to comfort her, now hugging her tightly, both of his arms around the parts of her back that did not have her wings in the way.

A small tear rolled down Shetan's cheek. He placed his huge hand over her head, covering it, keeping his other arm around her lower back.

Shetan reached up and began to wipe her flowing tears away from her cheeks softly.

Shetan kept his arms protectively around her, looking down at her sleeping on him.

Shetan stroked her head a little before his hand reached over and covered her hand. It was cold, and he began to warm it with his hand. He kept his other hand on her lower back under her wings.

Shetan looked down at her, hugging her a little more with his other arm. He watched her stroke his fingers, and his hand moved closer to hold her hand in his.

Shetan was still awake. He wasn't tired. He didn't admit it to himself, but he enjoyed holding her there in his lap and in his arms. But there was one thing he admitted to himself without hesitation. He was glad to be comforting her and protecting her. As the big, strong monster he was, it gave him pride and pleasure to do that. He looked down at her when she looked up at him, and his features were soft and gentle.

Shetan smiled softly, his arms wrapping around her a little. "You needed that," he murmured softly. "I was glad to do it."

Shetan felt a little touched by the soft, sweet feeling of her kissing his cheek. His huge arms wrapped around her lower back more tightly and securely, and he reached one hand up to stroke her head affectionately, his stroking traveling down to her hair, his hand gently running down her ponytail all the way to the end of it. He touched her hair softly.
Shetan smiled a touched smile. He embraced her more closely and lovingly.

Shetan reached up and caressed her cheek softly. "People only know my bad side. My gentle side is known by only the fortunate few who I have accepted as my friends."

Shetan gave a soft chuckle. "You are."
"You are to me," Shetan smiled with a twinkle in his eye.

Shetan hid the surprise he felt. He looked quite happy, and he set his hand on her cheek before he slowly leaned in closer himself and kissed her back softly.

Shetan kissed her gently, but it was with love and some passion. He slid one hand over to her lower back, and his other hand slid from her cheek to the end of her ponytail, his fingers running through her soft hair.

((His hand is like the size of her face. It's not just the height. He's like a true giant.))
Shetan deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him.
Shetan deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him.

She puffed out some air when he held her tighter. He cracked her back and she groaned softlt but never stopped kissing him.
Shetan heard the faint crack and quickly held her more gently. Finally after a while, he slowly pulled back, although he kind of didn't want to.
Shetan smiled, reaching up to move some strands of hair gently away from her face affectionately. It was in the afternoon already.
Shetan caressed her cheek again before he leaned forward slightly and kissed her forehead.
"You never expected to see this side of me, did you?" Shetan smiled, giving her a hug. He couldn't help his affection.

Shetan hugged her warmly and affectionately. "I like you, too."
Shetan stroked her, smiling, before he kissed her head again and stroked her hair. It was already sunset outside.

Shetan grinned, managing to get up. "You know, I don't think I ever caught your name," he said, starting to laugh.

"Well, Rin, I'm starting to get hungry as well, really hungry." Shetan called over to the ghosts. "I want pizza!" "Yes, Master," they said and cheerfully went to work.