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Iris nearly beats down the door to the bar as she returns to Milliways, the color of her skin nearly sickly-pale and hair darkened with her frustration and anger.

Anger. Iris, goddess of color and light and rainbows, is angry.

She almost runs to the door towards the lake, throws it open, and immediately takes flight. No paths of light trail behind her.

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Iris hums at the contact and finally settles in a bit more.

"I am grateful."

"I just want you to be happy,"

As she relaxes, he starts massaging her head a little stronger in the hope that she'll enjoy herself more.

And that right there?

That is very, very different than most people in Iris' world.

Are you happy?

He can feel that she's still a little tense and wants her not to be.

The word is probably closer to 'content', but Iris nods, head still under Charles' hands.

"Do you ever become angry?"

"Yes, I do, but I try to not let it out into the world,"

His emotions can hurt other people so he constantly works to stay on an even keel.

"Because of your strengths."

A wan sort of smile before Iris dips her head in the water to wash out the shampoo.

"We are not dissimilar."

"No, we're not," When she comes up, he moves to her side to kiss her.

you do not secretly have wings do you --

Sadly no.

"Would you even want them?"

"I don't know, not forever but it could be interesting to see what its like to fly like you."

Cubefall's gone by, but now Iris' brain is full of images of Charles alongside her mid-air.

"I'll keep that in mind."

They're lovely images and he kisses her again.

I am starting to think kissing me is your favorite activity in Creation.

This is not Iris complaining.

It's one of them.

What are the others?

Holding you, being with you.

He runs his hand along her body, enjoying the pleasure of having her close in mind and touch.

Among other things.

Which, really?

Don't involve talking.

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