El Dia de los Muertos.

Apollo: She was smiling again. That was a good sign. I let my hand fall from her face, but didn't step back.

Rose: I smiled at him, bbut I missed the touch. Oh well.

Apollo: I placed the flute back at my mouth, You have a calming smile

Rose: "I do?" I asked.

Apollo: I nodded. [i]You're a very pretty woman, too, so it accents it quite nicely./i]

Rose: I blushed. "Thank you." I smiled.

Apollo: I smiled, nodding.

(The thing is...he doesn't even know he's flirting, (kind of) he's just that straightforward xD)

Lol wow.

Rose: I smiled back. This was just.... perfect.

Apollo: I raise the flute to my mouth again, I'm surprised you haven't ran yet. I tell her, laughing slightly.

Rose: "I don't run, I fly." I joked. "But why would I?" I asked, confused.

Bump?

Hello? the white plague hasn't killed anyone, right?

I replied, but my message is gone...

Apollo: I laughed, Well, White Plague or not, people tend to get a bit...creeped out when a man comes up and starts talking to them through a flute, I explained, Though I can imagine why. I smiled a little.

Rose: I laughed. "I don't find it creepy at all. I think its cool." Screw cool, more like sweet or romantic. I just didnt want to look like an idiot.

Apollo: I looked away, getting shy, which wasn't like me at all. I found it slightly odd, if not confusing. Thank you very much, Rose... I looked back up at her, my expression soft, And as for you...I don't believe there could be a more fitting position for you...being an Angel, that is.

Rose: "Thank you. I just thought... its better than wanderiing the earth, lonely as hell, as a Spirit. And demons were too wild. But... thanks"

Apollo: Well, a Spirit would certainly never do a woman like yourself any justice...and Demons... I paused with a chuckle, Let's just say being an Angel lets your beauty really express itself like it rightfully should.

Rose: once again for the millionth ttime, I blushed. "Thank you." Dang, I should compliment him on something. But, I was at a loss. "You really are quite charming, Apollo. Just like the god you were named for."

Apollo: I blinked, taken aback. I had never had much luck with women in my life, ever. Vincent always complained of me being too smart(intellect wise) or closed off with those of the opposite sex, but I didn't understand back then, and I guessed I still didn't understand now. The only female in my life that I had ever been attached to was Elizabeth, and she was around for no more than a few months before the White Plague swept her away along with her father, leaving me behind here. Well...thank you, you're quite the mesmerizing one yourself, Ms. Rose.

Rose: I mimicked him and blinked as well. I had always been called pretty, but never mesmerizing. Let alone did anyone tell it to my face. I had been too depressed to even talk to anyone, or eat. I just wasted away and died alone. "Thank you."

Apollo: I nodded, noting the change in her. I didn't know what it was, but she was suddenly different, and it made me want to frown in a way that she was sad...well, not sad...I just couldn't explain it. But I knew there was once a time when I felt the exact thing she was experiencing now, within myself. If you'll have me, of course...I would love to keep you company for the rest of the day, whatever you have to do, I can follow and offer you a hand.

Rose: "sure you can. I'm probably just going to do peacekeeping. Nothing dramatic."

Apollo: Good to hear it, because if it were anything too extreme, I believe I'd have to follow you every day to make sure you wouldn't get yourself into trouble, I let up a small smile.

Rose: "I don't get in THAT much trouble." I giggled.