Kiel

*Kiel's eyes narrow even more and he grips your collar even tighter* Don't you dare speak of Jesus in my presence. He is nothing but a myth, a lie created by weak-minded people who need a crutch to lean on.

*Kiel snorts* Jesus, is a figment of imagination. And so is heaven. This is a fantasy, a place for the weak and the hopeless. There is no God, no savior. You're just a pathetic little soul looking for meaning where there is none.

Why do you hang out in heaven? You're a demon. You should be in hell.

I like this rock

That's it? Just because of the rock?

*he doesn't say anything, but you can tell he's thinking. He looks like he's trying to figure out why he's so attracted to you*

(i'd yawn slightly and rub my eyes)

*he glances over at you, noticing you're tired. He looks at you for a moment and then glances away. You can see a small blush creeping up his cheeks*

*He is still staring at the prince, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe that he is actually here, with the prince. He feels like he is in a fairytale, and he can't help but feel a strange sense of joy. He feels like he is falling in love with the prince.*