Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

Tine wasn't sure how to feel about the red-cloaked male's comment; was she alone in these desires? The thought bothered her.

The shadow didn't have the chance to think on it longer-- at first she welcomed it. That changed rather quickly. A cold bitterness grew in her at Engel's response; how was it that he, such a pathetic and lowly creature, could experience love but she could not? As if trying to force herself to feel the emotion, she pressed closer to Engel. Please, she begged silently, make me feel something.
But nothing came. Nothing but an unfathomable rage at her own inability. Softly, voice shaking a little, she murmured. That was beautiful, though, Engel.
It really would have been, if she could only understand it.