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Two angels sat side by side in a serene garden high above in the clouds. They rested their wings against the back of a bench while their feet dangled off the edge, brushing the tall grass. One of them had closed their eyes, but the other looked around, his red eyes combing through the garden.
“There’s so many different flowers in here”, he mused, his eyes darting from big, bright blue flowers to small white ones swaying in the wind by their feet. Pit opened his eyes to look at his counterpart and smiled.
“I know right! It’s great!”
“It feels cluttered”, the dark angel looked over to a bush with so many different flowers the leaves were almost hidden from sight, “and chaotic”.
Pit scratched his head, “Well, Viridi liked it”.
“Really?”
“Well, she liked the fact I wanted so many different flowers here.” The angel looked at his feet before the smile from earlier returned, “But it’s my garden and I like it so it’s great”. Pit nodded as if to give more conviction to his statement, but Dark Pit was more focused on what was said.
“Your garden?”
“Yeah! I asked Palutena if I could get a place that was just for me. I mean I have my room and all, but I wanted some place else that I could call my own. So, my garden.” Pit looked around his garden and its mismatched bushes and trees and sighed, heart full of content. Dark Pit looked at him, his own lips upturned and his heart drumming softly.
“Why bring me here then?” he asked.
“Well of course I can invite other people”, Pit rolled his eyes as if it was obvious, “And of course I’d invite you Pittoo”.
Dark Pit turned his gaze away, his cheeks turning to the color of a rose behind the bench.
“You know saying that I’m “other people” doesn’t really work when you call me by that name.”
“But it’s your name! And just because we share a name doesn’t mean we’re the same person. There’s thousands of people with the same name down in the Overworld. Besides, I love you in a different way than I do myself.”
Dark Pit whipped his head around, looking at the light angel with small shock. Pit didn’t meet his eyes, instead watching over his garden and the leaves that rustled in the wind.
“You’re you, Pittoo, and I like the little things you do. How you’re kind to little creatures when no one’s looking, how you shake your feathers after landing or sleeping and how you make me smile when I’m feeling down.”
“But I like myself differently. I like my jokes and how I make myself laugh, the way I always try to do my best even if I’m not sure I’d succeed and how I appreciate beautiful things, like my garden and its flowers”, the angel smiled.
“I like you too.”
The confession slipped out, passing Dark Pit’s lips without a moment of thought. The sheer sincerity of Pit’s words had wrapped the dark angel’s heart and he felt he needed to wrap Pit’s heart just as tight. The light angel’s smile grew with a coating of pink like the pink clematis above them and he looked perfect. Like he was the centerpiece of the garden. Its prettiest flower that people would pay millions to see.
Pit moved closer and took Dark Pit’s hand. He pulled the dark angel into a soft embrace, their bodies leaning against each other, joy brought from the other’s presence. There were no more words said or required. Just happiness.