[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]He never thought of himself as an angel to begin with. He was born like this, wings and no horns. The only thing he ever really seemed to have inherited from his demonic father - at first - was his colour and strange, glittery blood. He thought himself to take more after the Soothsayer but that had changed when one of his wings had been taken by him and his horns begun growing. "Fallen... angel?" He assumed that by 'best friend' that the bright fem was speaking of the one dubbed Dovedeparture. It certainly aroused his interest towards the pair, intrigued by he nature of their relationship. That being said, it didn't lesson the feelings that gave way when Celestialrobbery asked him for his origin, his heritage. It was like someone was forcibly digging up the wrong man's grave - disrespectful and unaware, clearly intruding on untouched territory. The simple question was salt to his wound and, while the boy's glasslike eyes were often unreadable, there was sliver of an untamed cry within his icy hues. "...no, no I'm not," he instantly debunks, "I've never been close to the Heavens.... but I believe my father was....once." Or maybe Elijah was making things up. Trying to remember his parents was as difficult as reciting the numbers in pi. He had spent all this time trying to forget his family. They never came back for him after all.
"I, uh, was born here. I didn't always have horns but I don't think it's because of any 'demonic' deed that I've done. They just started growing some months after I was born - I had my wings first though. I had them before I... -" his gaze turns distant again, tail brushing against sand as his wing stiffens slightly. His feathers puff out, fizzed and unruly. "-... I was, um, captured once. Tried to run - uh, well, fly - away but to show their message, they took away one of my wings. They left the other as a... reminder. That's why I only have one wing. I was never an angel to begin with."
Elijah twinkles his interest towards Celeste, swallowing uncomfortably before returning to his nonchalant demeanor. Now was his turn to ask questions. That was how the rules of socialising worked, no? Even then, he thought it was only fair for him to continue the conversation...but this time Elijah wanted to be the conductor. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you and Dovedeparture become friends?"
"I, uh, was born here. I didn't always have horns but I don't think it's because of any 'demonic' deed that I've done. They just started growing some months after I was born - I had my wings first though. I had them before I... -" his gaze turns distant again, tail brushing against sand as his wing stiffens slightly. His feathers puff out, fizzed and unruly. "-... I was, um, captured once. Tried to run - uh, well, fly - away but to show their message, they took away one of my wings. They left the other as a... reminder. That's why I only have one wing. I was never an angel to begin with."
Elijah twinkles his interest towards Celeste, swallowing uncomfortably before returning to his nonchalant demeanor. Now was his turn to ask questions. That was how the rules of socialising worked, no? Even then, he thought it was only fair for him to continue the conversation...but this time Elijah wanted to be the conductor. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you and Dovedeparture become friends?"