09-11-2019, 04:55 PM
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When she was cast from grace, her clipped wings had burned. It felt like her entire form had been consumed by fire; it embraced her as she plummeted, covering her in an unholy heat. Though she would never admit it, she had wept - actually wept - as she fell.
But no one had heard her.
No one answered her prayers.
When she awoke in this vessel, she had been terrified, filled with emotions never known to her. Everything pained her. That pain, she knew, had never really left. It lingered in her chest, in her joints, in her wings. A never-ending chill enveloped her, always. It seemed the fire she felt as she fell would be her last taste of warmth. She should have savored it while she had the chance.
Then again, she had thought she would never see someone like herself again... But he had come. That angelic creature, hidden behind the mask of the enemy. Oh, it was cleaver. And despite his frightening appearance, Dovedeparture was overjoyed. She could feel his light. She could see his wings.
Wormwood was another angel come to earth. But he had not fallen. His wings were as pristine as the day he had been given them. His halo wasn't dented. Still, the feelings of jealousy were outweighed by the happiness. Though she had Celeste, she had been longing for someone just like her. The draw of celestial energy pulled her forward, and she gladly allowed herself to be guided towards the other angel.
"Wormwood?" Dove called out when she felt his energy. As soon as the name dropped from her tongue, flashes of memories surfaced. She squinted, trying to remember them all, but they faded just as suddenly as they appeared.
[member=6881]wormwood.[/member]
But no one had heard her.
No one answered her prayers.
When she awoke in this vessel, she had been terrified, filled with emotions never known to her. Everything pained her. That pain, she knew, had never really left. It lingered in her chest, in her joints, in her wings. A never-ending chill enveloped her, always. It seemed the fire she felt as she fell would be her last taste of warmth. She should have savored it while she had the chance.
Then again, she had thought she would never see someone like herself again... But he had come. That angelic creature, hidden behind the mask of the enemy. Oh, it was cleaver. And despite his frightening appearance, Dovedeparture was overjoyed. She could feel his light. She could see his wings.
Wormwood was another angel come to earth. But he had not fallen. His wings were as pristine as the day he had been given them. His halo wasn't dented. Still, the feelings of jealousy were outweighed by the happiness. Though she had Celeste, she had been longing for someone just like her. The draw of celestial energy pulled her forward, and she gladly allowed herself to be guided towards the other angel.
"Wormwood?" Dove called out when she felt his energy. As soon as the name dropped from her tongue, flashes of memories surfaced. She squinted, trying to remember them all, but they faded just as suddenly as they appeared.
[member=6881]wormwood.[/member]
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