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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 2, 2015, 2:40 pm
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As promised, they travelled to places she couldn't possibly
imagine if only described to her, she needed to see these things
for herself in order to understand the complexity of the man’s
attitude towards humans, how deep his disdain was rooted and
why. The robe hung loosely over her shoulders as they land to
their first destination. A small island, covered in evergreen
and framed by a beach, the water’s surface sparkling so brightly
it looked like little diamonds were resting atop it. Flowers of
all colours surrounded her, the sky an array of deep purple and
pinks, a breathtaking visage. Along the path a deer hops over to
Imperfect, sniffing at her hand before walking away innocently,
causing the woman to chuckle in awe. How tame the wildlife were,
how free. Some nights when responsibilities anchored her, she
wished she was as free as the wind, and as free as the deer that
had gone as quickly as it had come.
The second place was a change to the first. There was a leaden
ambience and when he began to speak of the atrocities that had
taken place, it dawned on her why she felt such dark power. The
words he spoke became a picture in her mind; she imagined there
had been flowers in these lands also, that had been trampled by
men riding for victory. Men hunting their human enemies. Men who
cast their torches in the air as they walked on the skulls of
others, red blood painting their heavy boots. She imagined men
begging for mercy and was sickened when hope was beaten from
their eyes and hearts. And when she had travelled this journey
in her mind, she turned to the man next to her, understanding it
all. How could someone be warm to the idea of humans when they
brought about their own destruction? Destruction that could be
avoided with some guidance. The same guidance Azriel could offer
had they opened their hearts to it and not let pride block it by
creating a barrier. Broken communication. It brought her heart
such anguish.
As her eyes take in his upper body she notices the exposed mark
on his chest, furrowing her brows as she tries to make sense of
it. What was it? What did it mean? Imperfect was a curious one
and sooner or later, he would also share that story with her.
They had gotten so lost in each other’s company, she wasn't
aware of the time and when they landed back to their starting
place, it was dusk. It was the time for a peach and turquoise
hue to dominate the sky. The woman didn't feel sleepy, she
wasn't tired and as they part ways, she takes note of how
courteous he is. Three weeks and this whole endeavour continued.
She saw civilisations ruined by aristocracy, revolutionaries.
People practically digging their own grave. Yet with each new
venture, she found she was still hungry for more. He had been
right indeed; knowledge was like a drug she craved, she needed
these new things in her life. She needed him in her life. Yes.
He was to be a permanent fixture hopefully. Of course, with this
time her emotions had also strengthened for the man.
Now, he had gone, and she was back in Sancta Terra, walking
around in an attempt to find Calyx. She had simply guessed he’d
be here and as she walks along a path leading to what looked
like a cathedral, she made her presence more noticeable, in turn
making it easy for him to trace her. It was finally time to
catch up with her son, to talk of both his and her time away.
She smiled at the thought for she couldn't wait to spill her
heart to her –little—miracle.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 13, 2015, 6:53 pm
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The sounds of booming thunder could be heard in the distance as
the dark winged angel sat atop a building; relentless raindrops
covering him like a blanket. The water clung to him almost
adhesively, weighing down his robes and soaking his wings as
civilians below ran for cover. But, for once, Azriel wasn't
watching the humans. He wasn't taking record of their
behaviors, or counting down the time to their decline. An
onlooker might believe he was counting the raindrops. That's how
desperately his eyes seemed to cling to one specific spot on the
sidewalk. There was nothing special about the spot. No marking
or damage. When the water hit it just right, the reflection of
the welcome sign from the nearby coffee shop could be seen in
its surface, but the same could be said of many spots along the
way. No, it wasn't the sidewalk he was focusing on at all! He
very well could have been looking through the ground, for he
didn't see what lay there at all! His mind was quite literally
in another world.
Two weeks it had been, since Imperfect failed to appear for one
of their dates. And he hadn't seen or heard from her since!
His logical mind told him that something important was occupying
her time. She was a parent, after all. Even so, he couldn't
shake the thought that she might be intentionally avoiding him!
He was no expert on romance, but he knew his methods were
unorthodox. Most women he'd witnessed enjoyed going to movies,
and restaurants. Dragging her around the world and lecturing
her on depressing things like the fall of humanity was what
they'd call "a bit much."
Then there was also the possibility that she had been hurt!
Azriel tried not to let that far stop into his system. It was
clear that wherever Imperfect was, she wasn't on earth. There
was nothing he could do to help her if she was suffering, which
made it even scarier! Wait... he was afraid? When did that
happen? Azriel couldn't remember the last time he had experience
fear, or any other overwhelming emotion for that matter!
Something about him had changed since he met her! But if that
was the case, what would it man if he never saw her again?
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 13, 2015, 10:38 pm
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It had been two weeks since the woman had eaten, since she had
slept, the bags heavy with grief under her eyes enough evidence.
She was in a weakened state, mentally and physically, so
malnourished. She imagined Soraya wouldn't be any different. Two
weeks by Calyx and she couldn't detect any sort of difference –
he was still sleeping. There was no change in his heartbeat nor
in the way he breathed. The woman gave great attention to detail
and had her son's condition changed, it wouldn't have gone
unnoticed. Soraya had promised to take care and watch over him
for today, she had told Imp to go out, get some air.
The woman didn't need air. She needed a pair of strong arms to
comfort her through it all. To tell her everything would be
okay, that her son would be awake when she gets back. She needed
the presence of someone she could trust, someone who would be
strong enough for the both of them. Her thoughts only brought
one person to mind.
She tries to conjure up her wings but the slits in her back
don't cooperate, brows furrowing in anger and irritation. She
hated feeling so fragile – the memories it bore weren't any
good. They just depressed her further. Another try and they
explode from her back, lifting herself off the ground and
gliding through the sky. She wasn't aware of the direction she
had taken, carelessly flying about until she sees the
picturesque landscape below. Of course, how ironic it has
brought her here, to the same place she had met the men after
her brief encounter with her –now- sleeping son.
A moment goes by before she's rested atop a cloud, her eyes
tearing up, bottom lip quivering, thinking back to fond memories
– would she ever get them back? The woman huddles up, pressing
her bent legs to her chest, contemplating what would happen if
she lost Calyx too. Not being able to bare it however, her
shoulders begin to shake, her cries silent in the midst of all
the commotion going on below her. It had been raining but
Imperfect had welcomed the droplets onto her face as they veil
her tears, the woman letting it all go to indulge in her pain.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 14, 2015, 12:13 pm
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Lost in his thoughts, Azriel almost missed the shift in energy
that marked Imperfect's return to Earth. If it wasn't for his
recollection of their first meeting, and how refreshing her
energy had been, he may not have noticed that same refreshing
feeling come over him in that moment! She was some distance off,
in the direction of where they first met, but it was still a
short trip for him. But should he go? After all, she hadn't
given any indication that she wanted to see him. Maybe it was
best he just left well enough alone... So for nearly an hour he
didn't move. He sat in the rain, torturing himself until he
finally gave in and took to the skies!
67 seconds....
That's how long it took him to arrive within a few yards of the
beutiful Angel. But when he arrived, he was unsure what to say!
For a former Angel of Knowledge he suddenly felt incredibly
clueless! "I thought you wouldn't come back..." He said. His
voice was laced with a distant sadness; the kind that one
experiences when they lose a dear loved one. He didn't seem
excited for their reunion, not because he wasn't happy to see
her, but because he still wasn't sure she wanted to see him. He
wouldn't impede on her space if she didn't want him around. He
hovered at his current distance, neither inching closer nor away
until he was sure he was welcomed. Should she deny him, he would
turn and be on his way, leaving with his head held high, and his
heart in his stomach...
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 14, 2015, 12:49 pm
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Imperfect’s crying didn’t seize, her sadness roared louder
within the confines of her heart just as the storm above got
heavier. Water cascades down her pale-looking body as she
shivers, not due to the cold for she had gotten used to that
long ago, but her own temperament. She was the most defiant
woman when it came to listening to other people. This time away
from her son was meant to somewhat soothe her heart -work on
herself- not torture herself further with every single enactment
of how this could turn out in the private theatre of her psyche.
The stubborn woman wasn’t one to be easily assured. The comfort
she looked for was particular and only certain people could
render it. Vlad, for one. The many months she had been searching
for her brother had gone to waste; it was clear he didn’t want
to be found, nor wanted to come and find her. A long time ago,
the two had been very close and it upset her greatly that he
wasn’t making the same effort.
She felt his aura like a gentle hump in the road if one were
driving. The comfort it brought was unexpected and it took her
almost by surprise. How had the woman unknowingly developed such
a strong connection toward the stranger she had only met a few
weeks ago? How was he able to gain such a promising position in
her heart? Perhaps it had been the raw, intimate moment they had
shared; after all, the man had put his world on a silver platter
for her to devour. As he appears, she wipes at her cheeks,
trying to fabricate her pain with a weak smile. The rims of her
eyes were red and gave the crying she had been doing not moments
ago, away.
Nonetheless, she continued the facade. Her brows furrow as she
thinks back to their last meeting, that had ended with the
promise to see each other again, biting her bottom lip. The
chaos at home had taken over her memory and it had completely
slipped her mind that they were supposed to see each other
again. Does he think I did that on purpose?
When her voice slips out, it isn’t the gentle sweet sound he had
heard last, but croaky and tired.
“I'm sorry . . .”
She tilts her head, green eyes void of light, stripped of that
playfulness he had been familiarised with on their last
encounter, looking into his. They were genuine, she spoke with
her eyes, the words that seemed to be choked by a block in her
throat, hoping he would understand through the array of images
surely flashing in his eyes now. The death of her ex-husband,
the coma her son was trapped in. All the madness of the past two
weeks.
"That wasn't at all my intention. . ."
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 14, 2015, 3:58 pm
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Azriel's approach had been a timid one. But when he saw the
tears that Imperfect tried so deperately to hide, he couldn't
help but feel he had been selfish. He had been so concerned
about whether or not she had been avoiding him that he had
barely considered the pain she may have been going through. He
took both her hands, halting her attempts to free her eyes of
the tears that so relentlessly crowded them. He pulled her hands
until they were wrapped around his neck, and held her tight as
she shared the experiences of the past two weeks, not through
words, but visions.
What Azriel saw was both breathtaking, and heartbreaking. The
man that lay dead, he was undoubtedly Calyx father. The two were
near identical, laying with their eyes closed! Also, Calyx had a
sister, who's life he had been forced to take, resulting in his
comatose state... Things had been so hard for Imperfect, how
could he have simply thought of himself? He was ashamed.
But there was more! It may not have been intentional, but
Imperfect had shared more than simply visions of the past with
him. He could feel everything! He felt the bond she shared with
Calyx and even his stepmother. He felt the desperacy she felt as
she waited so anxiously by his side! But more than anything, he
felt the love that she held in her heart for Calyx' father. It
was overbearing! Unlike anything he had experienced before! To
have to part with such a feeling, such a bond...
He didn't know when it happened, but Azriel had wrapped his
wings around the two of them, subconsciously protecting
Imperfect from everything on the outside. "It's alright." He
told her. "You have nothing to apologize for." It was true. If
anything he owed her an apology. But it would do nothing for her
now. Hell, he couldn't imagine there was anything his embrace
could do for her either. He was unsure what to do. But it seemed
that Imperfect had been holding back a lot of pain for a long
time. Maybe it was time she let it out... "Tell me about him..."
He said. He didn't know if he was ready to hear about the man
she had given her heart to so completely. But he would do
whatever it took to be there for her. Once again, a brand new
experience...
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 15, 2015, 6:20 am
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Before she had gotten the chance to wipe her tears away, strong
arms had enveloped her in a sweet embrace, causing, even more,
tears to spill down her cheeks. The man hugged her like she was
the most precious thing, her own arms wrapping around his neck,
hands clenching into tightly closed fists. Without contemplation
and before she even heard his request, she let him in; something
Imperfect was usually reluctant to do with anyone. She let this
one individual in, not only because she felt safe in the moment,
but his arms offered more than comfort. They offered somewhat of
a promise and though it wasn’t clarified by him, she knew Azriel
wouldn’t break it.
The first image was when she had first met Rai - they were both
so naive to feelings and both so defiant to let each other in,
him more than her. Eventually, however, they found it was hard
to keep from each other. They would meet, their feelings greater
each time until one day the blonde couldn’t bare to keep his,
reserved.
The second was their attempt to get married, an Angel to a
Draconian - the uproar of his Kingdom, the cold opposition to
it, his people ruling out their chance at love despite
everything the woman had to offer him. They were forced to run
and keep safe, Rai keeping the pregnancy quiet, within the
circle he trusted, his closest companions. In fear of getting
caught however, they were also forced to stay apart, he would
come and see her, every so often but it wasn’t enough for a
pregnant, high-on-hormones, Imperfect.
The third was the pregnancy itself, the absence of Rai. There
was a blackout- Imperfect’s blackout- and when she wakes, she is
without her child. She had left her usually shrouded mind naked
for Azriel so he could see the beatings, the countless times she
had been raped, starved, tortured. The once strong woman being
stripped of her dignity; her pride; her power; leaving her with
nothing but the longing for death. Then came her escape, from
the child she had thought dead, Calyx. They were lucky to make
it out but when she had found her home and her husband, she was
left heartbroken for the second time. He had moved on, to
another. To Sora - the woman who she loved like a sister now.
He would watch Imp bless the marriage, be away from home in
search of her family, for Vlad, her affliction when she would
meet the dead ends.
The images come to an abrupt stop, her eyes flickering open as
she leans back a little, her body still huddled in his arms. She
looks up at him, to prepare for his reaction. She presumed he
wouldn’t want to get involved with such a complicated being,
someone who found it hard to let anyone in, someone that had
been broken, like glass. Her heart screamed in dispute, however.
It begged for him to stay, to continue holding her and easing
her pain. The former would leave her ruined, the latter,
inspirited. She withdraws her arms, leaving him to decide what
he would do, as her hands gather in her lap, fingers brushing up
against each other nervously.
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 15, 2015, 8:50 am
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He was shown tender moments of younger days, more beautiful
than any human love story. Days when iImperfect was without a
voice, and Raijuta took it upon himself to find ways to
communicate with her. Days when he was adjusting to his
Draconian heritage, struggling to control his inner dragon, and
Imperfect's gentle spirit was enough to prevent him from
completely losing control. Once again, the images carried all
of the feelings that went along with them. It was beyond
moving. Young Raijuta appeared practically no different than
Calyx. The boy must have been a bitter sweet reminder of the
love she had lost...
That thought brought Azriel to another realization; These
images weren't precious just to Imperfect, but Raijuta as well!
He couldn't help but wonder if it was really ok for him to view
them. After all, the Draconian's feelings flowed through the
Angel as he watched as well. A wave of doubt overcame Azriel as
he witnessed it. How could he ever create feelings so powerful
for her, the wry Raijuta had? Could he really live up to
expectations?
The next images weren't so lovely. They told a story of
discrimination, bigotry and fear; images he would expect to see
from humans, not a noble race such as the Draconians. He
understood their desire to protect their bloodline, especially
so close to extinction. But to go do far as to attempt to
assassinate the love of their own leader... surely there was
another way! Could this be the reason the two couldn't remain
together?
Despite the darker nature of these visions, the emotion was
still powerful. Azriel could feel Imperfect's desire to just be
with the one she loved. He could feel Raijuta's desperate drive
to protect her... Their love for each other was undeniable.
Something like that doesn't just go away. He could only imagine
what his death must have meant to her..
The third wave was darker still! In a few years time she had
gone from finding the love of her life to being a captive,
robbed of her child! . Victim to weak and cruel humans. His
eyes shut, but he was unable to shield himself from what he
saw! They were acts he had witnessed countless times, but it
was different when Imperfect was at the receiving end! It tore
at his heart! But eventually she was saved by that child,
transported to a place where only a desperate Draconian could go
without instruction. It was the same place where Raijuta's body
lay. It must have been his home... a safe haven for dragons...
from there she was safe, but she had discovered that Raijuta
had found a new love, and was in the midst of starting a new
family... it was all very dramatic. But she had come to value
her life and even see Raijuta and his family as her own!
When the visions faded, Azriel remained silent for some time,
processing it all. One thing he had noticed was that, while
the imagery got progressively darker over time, it never became
more or less intense. Whatever Imperfect felt at any given
time, she felt it strongly! Her emotions were innately
powerful. That could be a great strength or weakness, and it
was something he would need to remember.
It was her turn to be timid. Azriel could sense her hesitation
as she leaned back, half expecting him to abandon her. But he
would do no such thing! Still guarding her with his wings, he
instead did something be had never done before; he leaned
forward, and pressed his lips against hers! The kiss was
soft, and tender, but it carried infinite meaning. "I
understand. " he said. "I can't replace him, and i won't try.
But i can promise that you'll never have to be alone again." One
of the abilities of an angel was to be able to see the spirits
in others. And he was certain, now more than ever. Hers want
a spirit he wanted to go without. "That is, unless that's what
you want. " he wasn't trying to force himself onto her, after
all! God this romance thing was complicated!
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Re: Open Skies
By: Imperfect Date: December 15, 2015, 4:34 pm
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Azriel wasn’t like anyone she had met before. His disdain for
humans ran deep, he wasn’t easy going with them or anyone else
for that matter but he was with her; Imp got the special
treatment and it was warming to have such value in his heart.
She watched him, observed his features, noticing how his wings
hadn’t retracted into his back but still guarded her even as the
images came to an end. If anything, he seemed even more
protective of her now and his words only established that
further. For years since, Imperfect hadn’t felt safer than she
did in this moment. Perhaps he saw her downfall weaved into the
array of pictures she had allowed him to see. The sheer
magnitude and strength of her feelings. It was undeniable, any
emotion the woman felt, ran deep within her bones. The current
atmosphere of grief and sadness was almost tangible but it was
cut with a kiss.
As their lips touched so sweetly, Imperfect’s arms glide up to
wrap around his neck once more, giving in to her emotions and
letting them fuel the passion in her. The longing she had for
the man whose arms seemed to fit the mould of her body so
perfectly, like they were made for each other. She knew the
images would give him doubts; doubts about his love and whether
it would be enough to compete against Rais. Within that kiss,
she wanted to erase them. Though she loved her late husband, in
the years that had passed that lover’s affection had dimmed down
to one of a familial love.
This wasn’t to say his death didn’t bring her great pain. Pain
that Azriel seemed to keep controlled within the frame around
her heart. He eased it, he worked his way around it like a
painter works his way around art. It seemed he knew the ins and
outs of the angel and had spent centuries studying her.
His words made him seem so innocent to love and maybe he was,
maybe humans had given him such a destructive perception of it,
the only thing he knew about it was the inept handling of it.
But perhaps with that kiss, she had changed that idea. Maybe
with it, she presented the love she could have, in abundance.
The love that runs so profoundly in her, it defies nature
itself.
The woman was kind-hearted and tender - those two qualities were
glued in her construct and couldn’t be adapted. Years of
mistreatment, and still, she was the same old Imp. Her head is
now tilted back, resting against the strong arm behind it. A
tear had escaped her eye, unnoticed and was sliding down the
side of her cheek, and down her jaw. She takes his other free
arm, holding his hand in hers, before placing a kiss to his
palm.
“I would like that. . . very much.”
Her eyes fluttered, the two weeks of not sleeping catching up to
her as she looks up at him, a somewhat distinctive smile on her
lips. Her hand then moves to his chest, brushing the material
that covered his mark to the side. A single finger trails up and
down the skin, her voice a whisper when she speaks again.
“Tell me about this. . .”
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Re: Open Skies
By: Azriel Date: December 15, 2015, 6:39 pm
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Azriel had never kissed a woman before. He had never felt the
desire to. It seemed a meaningless tradition people held with
those they felt affection toward. But with that one little kiss,
Imperfect proved to Azriel that he had been wrong. Through her
soft, pink lips he felt every emotion that she offered to him.
He felt the formation of a bond that meant so much more than
words could explain.
Despite this moment of intimacy, Azriel knew he couldn't take
away the pain in her heart. Not the way he wanted to. This was
evident in the tears that still traveled down her face. He wiped
them clean anyway. , and offered her a gentle smile as she
kissed his hand. He would do what he could for her, even if
that was only to wipe away each tear as it fell from her eyes.
When she accepted his offer, his smile came, not from his
lips, but from colorless eyes that others had described as dead
in the past. They were anything but deaf in that moment. Though
dull grey in color, they were filled with life, and vigor! He
had never had a companion before, in work, in travels, or in
life. This was a new experience for him. But he had already
decided that he would cherish it as if it was preordained.
He watched as sedge moved the fabric of his robe to reveal the
mark on his chest. When she asked about it, his wings finally
unfolded from their protective hold on her. He took her by the
hand and flew up to a nearby cloud, removing his robe. He knew
she would ask about the mark eventually. Even so he hadn't
expected it to be so soon. "This. ." He said, as his hand
traced overt the mark. "Is a cruel joke!" A hint of anger
flashed in his eyes as he spoke. "It supposedly marks my fallen
status as temporary. Should i ever complete my mission, and
turn humanity on the path of righteousness, this mark would
fade, and my wings would whiten. In reality it's just proof
that the divine can be just as corrupt and heartless as the
humans under their watch. " he looked to the heavens, daring
the Creator to strike him down for his insolence. But as usual,
no retribution would come. This was his fate. Damned for
eternity. And yet, suddenly it didn't seem so bad...
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