Making his half-moon reading spectacles float in front of him out of boredom, Ornias walked down one of the many hallways. He had been lost in thought, many of them being about the rest of the people in the house. It had been a couple of weeks since they had arrived there and barely a thing moved inside. He sighed exasperated. His life with the mortals had been more entertaining than his stay in the mansion with other immortals, at least he actually had things to do, people to talk to and places to go. Without even thinking twice about it, he let his glasses drop from mid-air as he stared at the little girl that skipped happily down the hall. Ornias raised his hands slowly to his face and rubbed his eyes with his palms. He looked again, even more confused. 'My, my, have I gone that crazy from lack of interaction?' He raised both eyebrows and waved slightly. Not that he was going to talk to her, but he was still curious about this girl roaming a house where she could encounter a deathly demon or, if she was lucky, an Angel. He cleared his throat. "Oi! Young lady?"
As he got out of the mansion, the wind playing around with his baggy green pants, Ru'mel let out a content sigh. The day wasn't neither too hot nor too cold, and the fresh breeze felt delightful against his skin. His ragged wings extended fully behind him, a couple of feathers toucking the ground as he flapped them. With a crack of his neck and a mighty flap he took to the skies, spinning around swiftly and slowly. But never as good as Ornias he thought. He furrowed his brow, trying to understand why he always caught himself thinking of the Angel. Sure, he had behaved around him like a lover does with its mate...but it had to be different around him. Ornias was indifferent, uncaring to an extent and maybe a little smug at times. Ru'mel had loved that of him. He chuckled under his breath and smirked, secretly thinking of a way to win the heart of that amusing Fallen.