Azrael reached out, gently tracing the mark with his fingers. "It will fade away eventually," he murmured, his touch light. He then planted a soft kiss on the mark. "But it will always be a reminder of our time together, just give it time."
Aurora froze, her anger forgotten, replaced by a strange sense of calm as she continued to stare at him. "How long will it take?" She asked, her voice barely audible.
He continued to trace the mark with his fingers, "Time works differently. It might take weeks, maybe months. Patience is a virtue, after all."
"Weeks? Months? I can't walk around like this for that long. What if someone notices?" She questioned.
Azrael's grin returned, though gentler this time. "People see what they want to see. The mark will blend into the ordinary, and soon, it'll be nothing more than a faint memory."
