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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 11:14 am
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She watched as he shook his head, raising a thick brow on
instinct. He didn't seem like he posed a threat so her guard was
down for the most part, letting her wings fall back gracefully.
It warmed her heart to come across others like her and though he
was fallen, he was still an angel. A handsome Angel at that; the
way he spoke was so refined, it was clear as the setting sun
glistening miles away that he’s of a high status. Her eyes
continue to glide over his physique, impressed with his taunt
muscles though it didn't show in her expression. His intrigue is
evident as he asks about her son’s background and the low nature
of his angelic blood, causing her to break her gaze from his
form and let her lustrous eyes meet his own.
“Noticeable, huh?” She smiles warmly at the stranger, though he
certainly doesn't seem like one. “He’s half Draconian, inherent
in his father.” There was a time when mentioning her former
husband was almost intolerable, the pain it brought, the
memories that would taunt her for days on end. Now, however, it
gave her joy; Imperfect had come to terms with his and Soraya’s
relationship and had even become good friends with the second
mother to her child. She had come to love Winter and Ember as if
they were her own also.
A moment later and the male was bowing before her, bringing a
light pale flush to cover the surface of her skin, over her nose
and cheeks.
“Please, there is no need for such formalities . . . Azriel.”
His name rolled off her tongue with ease, as if she was already
acquainted with it and it suddenly dawned on her, that she was
indeed, not foreign to Gabriel’s right hand and the tales that
had come with him. The bronzed goddess etches even closer to
him, in complete awe, not realising the smile her lips had
become captive to. Thick, brown locks of hair glide over her
shoulders and her scent overwhelms the air around them, a
heavenly fruity odour. The locks on the cage of her heart
rattled with bliss and excitement at the thought of venturing
into another dimension with this being.
“I would very much like that,” she hums softly, her warm hands
grasping his in a tight hold before leading the way further up
into the sky, meaning for it to come as a surprise as she knew
it would. Now, as her wings glide up and down and they soar
through the thickening, cold air, she laughs wholeheartedly, the
child in her surfacing.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 11:32 am
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Noticeable indeed, it was, though Azriel made no effort to
answer the most-likely rhetorical question at hand.
"Draconian..." He repeated. He had some experience with dragons,
however little it may have been. It made sense then. Draconians
had powwerful auras, but even beyond that, they each harbored a
Dragon Spirit with near-immeasurable power. But her explanation
brought forth a thought that Azriel hadn't bothered to address
previously. If she had a son, then her son had to have a father,
and thus, she could very well be married. Draconians were rare
these days however though, nearly wiped out by war only a couple
short decades ago. It was just as possible that Imperfect was
widowed. He wouldn't ask however. She would volunteer the
information if she so wished.
For a moment, Azriel feared that Imperfect had recognized him
by his name. He didn't want that. Surely she would have her
judgements as did all the others. But when she accepted his
offer, and even volunteered to take the lead, Azriel accepted
her hand, and followed her happily. Happy... There was something
he hadn't felt in decades; Possibly centuries!! He had felt
intrigue. Even amusement. But excitement, and happiness were
well beyond him. They travelled to elevations where the air was
thin, and the people below were less than ants; A place he
hadn't been in eons. This could be the start of quite the
adventure...
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 12:13 pm
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There was a happy aura emitting from him and that same emotion
was mirrored in Imp. The past few months had been somewhat
rough, mainly due to hers and her son’s falling out. Whenever
Calyx was upset with her, it strained her heart and such strain
was accentuated in her features, the way her cheekbones were
prominent keyed out the loss of weight in her face, but it made
the woman even more striking. Deep blues, lavenders and and
lilacs painted the sky around them the higher they got, until
what was once a thick murky air turned into lightness, full of
life. The sky was getting darker, the colours even more
breathtaking from where they were positioned, the people on the
ground seeming like little black dots.
With a soft sigh, she lets go of his hand, looking at the clouds
around them, like soft marshmallows before getting into a seated
position on one. She realised it would seem somewhat bizarre
having mentioned Calyx’s father but not giving a further
explanation of the situation they were in.
“I am no longer married to Rai, Calyx’s father. He. . . has a
new partner, a lovely, beautiful wife.” Her mind wanders to
Soraya, silently admiring the woman before coming back down to
earth.
“Tell me about yourself, Azriel. . .”
She lets her statement hang in the air, not a question but a
statement. She wanted to know about him and she wanted it to
come from him, not in the forms of the myths and tales from
books that couldn't be trusted. She wanted not only to listen
but to hear his story. The story of the fallen Angel.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 1:09 pm
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Azriel joined the angelic beauty atop the cloud; an ability he
had never before found useful, but was now extremely grateful
for. He took in the breathtaking array of lights and colors,
which beamed every which way like a musical dance from the
heavens themselves. He wondered if this wad a beauty he had
overlooked all this time, or if it was a result of the company
he now held. He decided on the latter as she explained her
relationship to the boy's father. She seemed contemplative,
yet settled when she referenced this 'Rai' add well as his wife.
Her voice radiated admiration, rather than pain when she spoke
of them. An odd reaction, but it gave Azriel done insight as
to Imperfect's character. He couldn't help but wonder what kind
of woman could be grand enough to replace such a woman.
Then she did the very thing he had hoped she wouldn't. She
asked about his background. He wished he could avoid bringing
up the past, but after she had shared such an intimate pay off
herself with him, it seemed only fair that he did the same. He
took a seat next to her and took a deep breath.
"When the earth was young, i was tasked as the keeper of it's
knowledge. I was a historian, and a teacher of philosophy." He
explained. In two millenia i earned
My second, and third set of wings, joining the small number
of Grand Angels that served directly under the creator." He
spoke with a pride he hasn't intended. His accomplishments among
the divine hardly seemed significant when his wings were as
black as midnight!
"But in the centuries to come, the moral state of mankind began
to deteriorate. Man became increasingly selfish, and violent.
It was decided that a batallion of angels should come to earth
to help guide man in the right direction. But i didn't think it
wise to sacrifice that much manpower. I volunteered to come to
earth alone, and let my knowledge to mankind in order to guide
them in the right direction. I vowed not to return until i had
accomplished my mission." His spirits weren't as high at this
point in the story.
"But mankind didn't want my knowledge. They didn't care for a
message of selflessness. They only carted for advancing their
own agendas. I eventually came to realize that humans aren't
worth saving. But i couldn't go back on my vow, so i was bound
to earth eternally. And without a historian to keep an accurate
account of man's activities, conditions only worsened. The
introduction of various species such as dragons and elves was
far more beneficial than i ever was..." he looked over the edge
of the cloud as if lost in his thoughts. His story had dragged
up many memories that were better off forgotten. But with time,
they would submerge one more...
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 2:30 pm
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The vixen listens as he talks of his accomplishments with such
joy registering in both his tone and facial expressions, rightly
so. Soon enough however, comes the story of why his status had
dropped and with that, came a sadness she had been acquainted
with for a long while. She understood the intricacy of it, the
extent to which it can make one detached to the world and the
luxuries of it, to people and their company. The whole idea of
human interaction, after a while of being confined, would seem
like an overload, something too difficult to even consider. His
words brought a great deal of grief to overtake her heart and
she imagined that his was in the same state. With a small
reassuring smile, she reaches out so her hand is resting on his
forearm before gently squeezing the area.
She hoped to comfort him and so asked a question, to confirm the
conclusion she had already come to just by listening to his
grand story, feeling honoured to be in his presence.
“And has that..made you disconnect entirely from the humans?
From. . . Everyone?”
His answer would not only confirm his predicament but would also
enlighten her on the status of his love life. Was he alone like
her too? Her piqued interest took even her by surprise, a flush
once more, covering the majority of her face, but the darkness
surrounding them would hide that well. The last time she had
been interested in someone, Calyx had condemned it and since
then she couldn't bring herself to get close to anyone, though
many had tried. He was the most important thing in her life and
if he didn't enjoy a part of hers, without question, she would
let it go.
Even though it was getting colder, it didn't effect her
whatsoever, the only item of clothing contemplating her body
being a loose, Grecian style black dress. The colour flattered
her tan skin and brought out the green in her eyes, making it
dominate the brown. Imperfect was a beautiful woman, there was
no questioning it, even though she hadn't been able to gain the
weight she had lost back. Unlike her past voluptuous figure, she
was now slender but it suited her so and she didn't mind being a
few pounds lighter.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 2:55 pm
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Though it was a simple motion, the gesture from Imperfect was
comforting. In fact, Azriel felt a wave of relief he hadn't
experienced in... Possibly ever! There was something different
about this woman, though he wasn't quite sure what it was. Other
fallen he had met over the ages didn't have this kind of effect
on him, so it wasn't simply their shared background...
Her question was a fair one. He took a deep breath before
answering. "For many years now, I've taken to watching humans.
I've made a passtime of timing how long it takes for a new
civilization to fall to corruption. That's why I settled in the
Kingdom where I saw you and your son. But despite my interest in
watching humans, I haven't spoken to another living creature
-before today- in nearly two hundred years." He smiled slightly.
"The color in your face suggests that you acquired more than
simply the information you requested in my response." Azriel had
never engaged in any sort of romantic activities. He never saw a
purpose. But he was pretty sure he was flirting...
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 1, 2015, 3:30 pm
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As he mentions the colour in her face, her hand meets with her
cheek instinctively, eyes widening a little at how observant he
was, but with his heightened vision he wouldn't miss something
like that. The flirting that follows suit brings her to bite her
bottom lip, her teeth sliding over the organ unintentionally
before letting it go. While his company put her at ease, his
flirting threw her off slightly. It had been so long since she
had interacted in such a manner with any man that she had almost
forgotten how to react or what to say for that matter. Why not
tease back? Yes, she was the infamous Imp after all, teasing was
what she was best at.
“Aren't you a smart one?” She taunts playfully, a soft giggle
escaping her before she looks at the night sky, the moon having
escaped her focus, the goddess glowing brightly in the star
scattered sky. 200 years and the first person he had chosen to
speak to was the woman now leaning back slightly, to simply
enjoy their romantic surrounding.
“Well, if it counts for anything, I feel privileged I'm the one
you decided to speak to after so long.” Having said that, she
continues to gaze at him, a knot tightening in her stomach as
she does so.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 1, 2015, 4:12 pm
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While Imperfect didn’t bother to answer Azriel’s question, the
way she covered her face in embarrassment spoke more than words.
Azriel had witnessed countless people acting out of everything
from attraction, to lust, to full blown love. These things
brought out the best and worst in people, and they were evident
in body language. Simple motions like the biting of the lower
lip, which often served as a mechanism to control one’s own
actions or words. Grey colored eyes took it all in. “I certainly
hope so.” He said with a smile. “I was the Angel of Knowledge,
after all.” He said with a smile in response to her teasing.
Social interaction couldn’t always be like this. No.
“You shouldn’t. Azriel said, leaning back as well. “You’re not
privileged. I am. Privileged to be able to share in the company
of such a lovely creature. It’s a pleasure I’m not accustomed
to.” He looked up at the stars as his words passed. “You know, I
spent centuries studying everything that took place on this
planet, but I don’t know the first thing about what exists
beyond it. What if this is just the Island of misfit toys, and
the bulk of humanity is somewhere out there flourishing? There
really is no end to the realm of knowledge. The more you know,
the more you realize you really don’t know anything at all…” He
realized he was rambling, and shook his head. “My apologies.” He
said in an embarrassed manner. “Went off on a bit of a tangent
there.”
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 2, 2015, 7:55 am
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Imperfect couldn’t remember the last time she had simply sat
like this, in tranquility. No commotion, no uproar or drama and
she realises she had missed it like a dear friend. It hugged her
entirety and seduced her otherwise stiffened muscles, bringing
them to a calm. She had never been the type to give someone the
benefit of the doubt and drop her guard wholly but the man next
to her seemed to have done the same thing, so it didn’t eat away
at her. She found she enjoyed his company; the way he spoke of
humans and their greed, lust, the emotions that sometimes
overtook them and morphed them into different people completely.
Could she genuinely be taking a liking to the stranger that had
now taken place next to her? It wouldn’t be a surprise; his grey
eyes, and noticeable features didn’t make it hard. His
intelligence was what appealed to her however, and overshadowed
his physical attractiveness.
Emotions. What a weird little concept. Some chose to ignore and
put to sleep certain emotions while others wholeheartedly felt
each and every little one. Crying was found to be a sign of
strength and weakness but this confused Imperfect. How could it
a sign of two contrasting complexities? It was beyond her and
she didn’t take time to ponder on it, instead, she took in
everything Azriel was saying, his voice registering in her ears
as clearly as the moon above them.
“Hmm. . .” she hums, contemplating the different planets,
envisioning the life on them and how different they’d be to
those of humans and angels. The food they would eat and
traditions they would celebrate. What a wonderful endeavor.
Snapping back to reality, she brings her legs up so they are
folded against her chest, hugging the area around her knees.
Though she wasn’t cold, goose-bumps covered her bare arms, the
blonde hairs standing upright. She enjoyed the current emotion
in her veins right now, giving the usually mundane beat of her
heart a new rhythm. As he apologises, she giggles, shaking her
head in difference to his statement.
“Don’t apologise, the way you speak of things is very . . .
refreshing,”
She continues on “I’d like to someday see what’s beyond our
land. It’s never occurred to me before but maybe that’s because
I’ve been so caught up. . . in this thing called life.” A solemn
sigh and she shrugs it off. The feeling of responsibility; for
just one night, she wanted to go without it. She wanders what
Calyx might think of this fallen angel, if he would take a
liking to the man or condemn him like the last. Maybe not that
he admired someone, he’d understand and be able to reason with
her. Releasing her legs from the tight grip, she is once more
standing at full height, wings moving up and down slowly.
“Let’s fly, show me things under your vision; I want to see
everything how you see them.”
It wasn’t a small thing she was asking for but she hoped he
accepted her invitation, arm held out as she offers him her
hand. She hoped the flying would somewhat calm her nerves for
they seemed to be getting the better of her, a light tremor
playing in the waiting hand.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 2, 2015, 9:46 am
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When Imperfect brought her knees to her chest, Azriel took note
of her attire; a simple dress. Her current position left her
largely exposed, but the six-winged angel was not plagued by
impure thoughts or desires. He removed the robe from his back,
and draped it over her shoulders, exposing the peculiar mark
that sat on his bare chest. "It's getting cool out." He told
her.
Despite his distinguished features, some would say that Azriel
appeared lifeless. His skin was pale as the moon. His long,
flowing hair white as newly fallen snow. Even the lack of color
in his eyes could be contributed to the statement. But
Imperfect didn't seem to be perturbed by any of this! Her name
seemed to be quite the play on irony. She was even unbothered
by his tendency to go off on unrelated tangents! It truly
seemed that there was nothing "imperfect" about this creature.
But then, one should never judge a book by its cover...
When she stood and made her request, a glimmer of light could
be seen in Azriel's eye. He had never allowed anyone to see the
world through his eyes. No one had ever asked. He stood as well
and nodded his head. "Beware. " he said. "Your view of the
world may very well change after seeing what i have to show
you."
Their starting place was clear across the planet. But he had
witnessed Imperfect's impressive flying capabilities, and was
sure she would have no difficulties. He lead her to a small
island in the North Pacific Ocean. When they landed, his
wings retracted. With the exception of the beach, the entire
island was woodlands. He took Imperfect by the hand, and walked
her through the woods. "No human has ever set foot on this
island" he explained. As they walked, they were witness to
boundless beauties; flowers that seemed to glow in the sunset,
fireflies that danced as they awakened, the songs of birds as
they prepared to settle in for the night. Everything under the
orange and purple halo that was the sky. A deer walked up to
Imperfect, and sniffed her hand, before causally going on it's
way.
Once they had taken in all the sights, they would take to the
skies again, headed west toward the mainlands. Once again, the
area beyond the beach consisted of woodlands. Azriel began his
explanation as they walked. "There was a rumor that these lands
were filled with valuable gemstones and gold. Based on the
rumors alone, battles were wages over ownership.:
Within the forest, there were damages of war everywhere. Scars
in the ground from explosives, bulletholes in the trees plants
burned to ashes. There were very few animals, and the ones
there didn't dare go near the two human-looking creatures.
Eventually, they made their way back to the beach. "This is the
result of human greed; at over gems and riches that didn't even
exist. And this is only the damage that was done to nature. One
can only imagine what they must have done to each other..." the
sands on the beach were a sharp contrast to the death and
destruction of the forest. It was calm and peaceful as the
sounds of waves crashing, and the scent of ocean water overtook
the senses. It was truly serene, and Azriel couldn't help but
bask in it for just a short while.
"Oh dear, i fear I've kept you overnight! " he said suddenly,
remembering that they were far from their starting point. "I
should get you back to where your son is. But i would love to
meet with you again..." with that they made their way back.
When they arrived, surely enough morning had come. Azriel
kissed the lady's hand and bid her adieu. But the next day he
would show her more. In fact, they would meet almost every
night for nearly three weeks! He showed her civilizations that
thrived for centuries before collapse, as well as those that
fell apart before they even began. Lands that were ravaged by
acts of revenge, run down by acts of lust, or ruled by corrupt
government. He also showed her many of the world's unsung
beauties, and the potential of the planet which they inhabited.
Over time she would learn just how much he cared for the world,
as well as the depth of his disdain for humanity. All the time
though, one thing was sure; her company was becoming a
necessary part of his life...
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