#//nah but u know hes a pro mine crafter cuz this shit not just bc hes dream face reveal lmao

[originemesis]

@kugel-bitch from xxx

Ever the stickler for rules (rules that could land either of them in hot waters if disregarded that is to say) the prospect of up and abandoning their post to go galivanting through a realm that is very much off limits to her is...just a touch nerve-racking. Under different circumstances she likely would've given him a thorough finger-waggling for even entertaining the thought, but earth just so happens to be of particular interest to her. Yearning for things that are so far outside the realm of the reachable seems to be a constant across all manner of cognizant creatures, celestial, infernal and earthen alike. She has never needed for much—wanted for even less. Desire is the killer of virtue, she'd been told, the seed of sin, the more you give in, the deeper it's wicked roots worm their way inside your soul. A slippery slope. So, she treaded through life carefully. Always carefully. Until the narrow, tightrope of a path which had been meticulously laid out before her converged with the comparatively vast, uncharted wilderness of his. And there was no going back to carefully after that. Every step feels like a gamble these days, but you could say she has developed a taste for games of chance over the years. And that smile—it makes it pretty easy to toss the dice most days. "You're insane."

She can't help how his laughter stirs loose a blithesome series of chirps from her lungs. "Actually insane—alright, alright, quickly then, before anybody sees!" The forms can wait until later tonight, she decides, right there on the spot, pallid hands shooting forth to grasp Adam by the lower arm and she proceeds to tow him toward the bleary, verdant space-time rift, wings beating to aid in propelling them out of the office space as swiftly as possible. "Ah! But what if we run into other humans? I'm going to stand out like a sore thumb, aren't I? Do humans come in these colors? And wings? They don't have wings, do they? If I get captured by human scientists and experimented on you're going to have to file my MIA report. I've got copies in my locker."

It wasn't exactly a secret that she (like so many others in the golden realm) found topics of the Earthen variety about as titillating as some seedy novel tucked into a choir book. But in their defense, he was the standard of what came from that particular creation, and he hadn't exactly made an impression to convince anyone above the clouds otherwise. Made her genuine intrigue in the matter all the more endearing in a way despite him assuring her in past conversations that she really wasn't missing much to be bummed out whenever he had to cut her loose and tag along with an archangel for whatever reason they needed the best conduit in heaven to portal down- which just so happened to be him, the first sentient (though not necessarily intelligent) being on Earth. Yeah, those lofty sluts would flip their shit if they heard he'd smuggled her down there considering her lower tiered position in service and all...and they would hear about it, but unfortunately for them, they were going to have to eat his whole ass later since after he was done with what he had planned, there would be no argument to be had. Maybe heavy side eyes from Sera, but hey- those were a dime a dozen these days.

"Nah, babe, I'm Adam ~ "

He fully expected her to sock him in the arm for that one, but he couldn't just not walk into an opportunity like that. "Y'know, like the 'A is for-' kind." Another snort followed shortly before there were talons in his sleeve tugging them around his desk which he made a blatantly slow attempt at maneuvering around as if he wasn't in as much of a hurry as she was- likely spurred on by the idea that work breaks should be short and so she had as little time as possible to see whatever it was he wanted to show her. "Oh, 'actually'. Another 'A as in-' stan. We love to see it-" Ok he lost a squawk mid snicker when she gave a hearty yank to get his slow ass up and going. "All right, all right- try to chillax, babe."

The shift through the portal was a seamless affair given it came of him and a soul irreparably bound in its own way to Earth, though the gravity shift could be a bit jarring...not quite as light as in heaven and not quite as heavy as in hell. Goldilocks zone. He gave his neck a little crack as he adjusted himself with a slight unfurling of wings and a shifting of robes. The wind was rustling the trees overhead just as restless in their shifting, and there were a lot of them. It was dark. Even if there were humans around, they wouldn't see shit. "Well, hopefully it's not a disappointment, but we won't see any of those slutties in here." An idle flick and twist of the wrist aimed to catch her catch her attention when he was sure it was already bouncing around to indicate the 'here' he mentioned as if presenting a tourist spot. Not that it had much of that going for it.

"Welcome to Eden, biiiiitch ~ eh...?" He paused, as if noticing the details around him and how they seemed familiar, yet new. The janitorial staff they replaced him with all that time ago didn't seem to be enjoying their gardening gig. "Bit dustier than I remember. Dirt's weird." He was already starting to make some adjustments though, divine ordainment allowing him to scoot some flower patches over the balder areas and shuffle their colors around for a more pleasant stage back drop while chirping distractedly over at her.

"Sooo...whatcha think?"

She was...halfway up a tree already, wasn't she?