Ophelia watched with fascination at the elements bursting with vigor out of Pierce's fingers. Elements would complement her meteorokinesis well. As the steam fizzled into nothing, Ophelia dropped from Pierce's arm to the ground, watching as Pierce slowly became a creature she could only describe as dark. It looked familiar and comforted Ophelia. But why? Whatever.

Ophelia commanded her illusion to say one last thing. "Our powers work in harmony." Ophelia closed her narrow eyes and focused until she had become a human again. After she had shifted into her normal form, Ophelia was naked, as always. However, after only a small moment, Ophelia had used illusion to make clothes appear on her, even though she was still in the nude.

"I have one last thing to show you," Ophelia said with a smirk, twirling her fingers around. A gentle breeze began to blow, and as her hand movements intensified, so did the breeze. Pretty soon the two were caught in a literal whirlwind.

"Our powers," she started. "We click."

As Pierce remade his illusion, bringing the heartbeat and pale skin back to view, Ophelia shifted back to her human form. Pierce's eyes flicked to the ground, where her clothing lay limply, then back to Ophelia, who appeared to still be dressed. But had she summoned new clothing, or was it just illusion? Pierce could feel his cheeks turning pink as he pondered the possibility that Ophelia was actually standing right in front of him, in the nude.

His embarrassing thoughts dissipated as Ophelia began to speak. One more thing to show him... wind began to swirl around the couple, a light breeze at first that quickly grew to intense gales of air. Control of the weather. It could work in perfect harmony with Pierce's own elemental control, and obviously Ophelia thought so too, asserting that the two of them clicked over the roaring wind. Pierce nodded in agreement. "We're... meant to be.'

He agreed, by the Chosen he agreed! Ophelia flashed a genuine smile towards Pierce, her eyes trailing on him, devouring him. She knew it. Pierce was the one. The purity than ran through his divine bloodstream filled Ophelia with a certain warmth that she could feel nowhere else. She noticed that his illusion went back up, and his skin was once more normal. It was less comforting than what she had seen. She had liked it more, it had been more true.

"I like the real Pierce," Ophelia stated, placing a gentle hand on Pierce's smooth face. "You don't have to keep up your glamour around me."

Pierce felt a soft hand on his face, glancing up to see Ophelia inches from him. She whispered that she liked the real him over his glamour... With a gasp, Pierce let his illusion fall. She had known it was a lie. She had been able to see that that... thing that Pierce had become was who he truly was. "But... How?" he muttered, his eyes wide. "You're the only person who's ever been able to figure out that wasn't just a trick."

But not only had she seen past the illusion, she hadn't run. She hadn't even gasped. She hadn't been scared away. And she said she preferred it over his more human glamour. Pierce was taken aback. This woman was perfect. She had simply accepted it, not even asking any questions about how that had happened. Pierce had to keep her. He could be himself, he could stop lying when he was around her.

Ophelia breathed a sigh of relief as Pierce's illusion began to fade. He was accepting her, and it made her feel wonderful. She looked upon his true self, her eyes shining with approval - everything about the real him was perfect. But why did she like this version more? Maybe it is because you're becoming that.

"I have a thing for sensing lies," she began, "and illusions are just lies meant to be seen." Ophelia smiled, taking her hand off of Pierce's face and bringing it down to his hand, which she grabbed and gave a soft squeeze. She really was starting to have feelings for this divine, and she would fight to keep him with her. Heck, she would definitely not be telling the other Defenders about him. If they found out, she would simply grant him immunity.

"I shall not lie to you," Ophelia said to Pierce, her voice slightly quivering on the word "lie." Because Ophelia already had lied. By not telling Pierce she was the leader of what he was running from, she was already betraying him. But he would never find out - he may have been a divine, but he was still a civilian.

Pierce could feel tears forming in his eyes as Ophelia stated she would never lie to him. It was practically a miracle, her sincerity. Everyone he had ever loved seemed to have an ulterior motive. Everyone left him, betrayed him, crushed and trampled his heart. But here was this woman, who had accepted him as he was, who had promised to be true, and Pierce believed her, even after all that had happened to him. He prayed to whatever higher power might have existed that he wasn't just being a heartsick, naïve schoolboy, that she would actually stay. And for some reason, he believed that he wasn't.

"I'm sorry," said Pierce with a slight laugh as he wiped tears from his stony face. "You're just... You're perfect. I've known you for less than a day, but... I'm almost positive that I'm hopelessly in love with you."

Ophelia looked deep into Pierce's demonic yet soft eyes as they began to get watery. She herself felt her face becoming warmer as her eyes began to betray her happiness.

And then he said it. The three-letter phrase that had been slowly forming in Ophelia's mind as the day went on. It wasn't crazy or ridiculous because Ophelia felt it too. She and Pierce just...worked. She had never met someone that understood her like Pierce had. Even though she had only known him for a short while, Ophelia knew that she just couldn't let go of Pierce. And her feelings were only intensified when Pierce confessed his feelings.

Ophelia answered in the best way she thought possible - the human way. She grabbed Pierce's face and leaned in slowly, kissing him tenderly before pulling back and smiling at him. "It seems, Pierce Johnson, that you have stolen my heart."