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Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: March 20, 2018, 9:11 pm
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Azriel looked out at the Kingdom that he and his beloved had
built. A Kingdom in a space it's own, built for Fallen Ones such
as they, and only accessible to those invited. He had learned
much from the Draconians, and had built a strong and healthy
relationship with them. He had grown close to Calyx as well; a
fact that he was most grateful for. It was his Stepson who had
taught them how the Dragon's Den was formed, and the way to
create a similar Dimension for his own type.
It was early morning. Azriel had awakened to find that he was
alone in bed. A quick search of the Castle didn't turn up any
signs of Imperfect, however it wasn't long before Calyx arrived
to pick up Isis and take her to school. Afterward, they would
surely go back to the Dragon's Den to play with the other kids.
It was hard to believe that they had a five year old daughter
already! And what's worse, she had more of a social life than
they did!
He stepped outside and flew up to the roof. He looked out at the
rest of the Kingdom. It was small, housing only six other Fallen
ones, and had frequent visits from Calyx. But it was their home.
It was safe, and protected and that was what Mattered. Azriel
taught their residents not to be ashamed of what they were, but
instead to embrace it. Each of them had a home, nestled in the
clouds. He loved his home, and couldn't wait to see it grow and
expand. But for now, he'd settle for seeing his wife's face...
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: March 20, 2018, 9:42 pm
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Imperfect woke up at exactly 7 a.m. sharp, it was routine now,
what with Isis growing and getting more intelligent every single
day. She made her way downstairs and made breakfast, filling the
kitchen up with a sweet aroma of syrup and pancakes. She packs
Isis’ share and slips it into her backpack before going upstairs
to get her ready for a day at school, or so she called it. To
her surprise, Isis was standing at the top of the stairs,
packed, hair perfectly plaited in a french twist, shoes on and
everything.
“Okay, I see someone’s eager about schooool,” she teases her
little angel before picking her up and hopping down the stairs
joyfully. Her laughs were infectious as they filled their home
warmly. After kissing both her children bye, she takes the cup
of coffee she had made for herself and makes her way to the
garden. The morning was when she relaxed most, before having to
go pick Isis up and make lunch and dinner. Sure enough, their
days were busy and hectic, but they gave her a sense of purpose,
she enjoyed living again, with her husband, and her children.
“Talking about the husband. . .”
She makes her way back into the house, and up the stairs, sure
to meet her snow-haired lover halfway.
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: March 20, 2018, 10:51 pm
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Azriel wasn't blessed with the ability to sense energy like
Calyx or his other family members. However, he could always tell
when Imperfect was near. As she approached, he headed back
inside, meeting her at the stairway. "Good Morning, my love." He
said, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, followed by one on
her lips.
Before him stood the woman that had taught him more than anyone.
Azriel; the one once known as the Angel of Knowledge. He had
been caught up in a world of Illusions for Centuries. It was her
that taught him how unimportant it all was, that he could choose
to be happy where he was. He could never repay her for
everything she had given him; More than anything, his daughter.
When Isis was born, Azriel had a premonition that came to him in
a dream. It told him that she would be a part of a struggle far
greater than any he had experienced in his lifetime. That she
would hold the Key to the future of countless worlds with a
single decision. Since that day he worried every time she left
his side. But he trusted Calyx to protect her. And he comforted
himself with the thought that she had many years before that
time would come.
"One day I'm actually going to see your face next to mine when I
awaken." He said gingerly. It was a well known fact that she
always woke up first. One day he would surprise her though. For
now, he just had to enjoy the day. There was no town hall, no
speeches or meetings. Just the two of them. It was a rare time
indeed, and he would enjoy it to the fullest.
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: May 22, 2018, 5:27 am
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When she was left alone with her lover, there was no sense of
time, of future and past, just the present, and how they
indulged in a present where they had nothing to do all day,
which didn’t come around too often. They were always busy with
the outside world, but they managed everything with grace and
still made time for each other. It seemed, over the years, and
with the birth of their beautiful girl, their love had only
strengthened and as he meets her halfway and disrupts her line
of vision, she can’t help but let a wave of emotion wash over
her, indicated in the radiance and glow her cheeks held when he
kissed her, not once, but two times.
“You knoooooooow” she coos softly, cupping his cheek in her
hand, “you say that every single day, and yet” she laughs
softly, teasing him before setting a few kisses to either side
of his face, warmth, and love emanating from her soft touch.
There was nothing as singular and important that had happened
since her birth, than meeting him, apart from the birth of her
two children, whom she prioritized above everything else, but
her husband was her anchor, he healed her when she needed it
most, and perhaps in her own way, she had healed him too.
“C’mon, I’ll make breakfast.”
Before he could protest, she wraps her slender fingers around
his and hops down the stairway, leading him to the kitchen.
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: May 23, 2018, 10:24 am
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Amazing how a person can be a sight for sore eyes, even when
they were the last person you set eyes on... The kind of relief
that Imperfect's perfect face offered was unreal. After living a
life void of emotion for so long, it was still hard to imagine
that he now lived a life so full of love and joy! As he took her
hand and followed her to the kitchen, he wondered what Raijuta
felt when he looked at her. He respected, and trusted Raijuta.
And he understood that the Draconian had a beautiful wife and
family of his own. But Azriel simply couldn't imagine
Imperfect's former lover looking at her and not feeling a bit of
that lost love...
"That's because I'm waiting to surprise you." he said. One day,
he truly intended to do so. He just needed to figure out how to
set an alarm that wouldn't wake her up as well! He would have to
do some intense plotting in order to pull it off, but for now,
breakfast sounded amazing!
Azriel had a perfect memory. He could recall anything he had
seen or heard in his lifetime as if it were on video. Due to
this, he was an amazing cook. He could execute any recipe
flawlessly. But somehow, his meals never had the same appeal as
Imperfect's. Even when he copied her own methods it always felt
like something was missing. He could only conclude that the
missing element was something within her, rather than the
ingredients. "Do you need any help?" He asked as she made her
way to gather ingredients. Honestly keeping his hands busy may
have been the only way to stop him from worrying about Isis...
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: May 23, 2018, 10:46 am
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As she gathers all the ingredients, she notices the way his
expression drops a little, and immediately begins to observe his
physical stance, focusing on not just his demeanour, but the
beat of his heart, his thoughts, and his mind. There was a
weight and burden her husband carried and despite how intimate
and close they were, she hadn’t scratched the surface for this
one concern that seemed to swallow him up. As she begins
chopping the onions, and tomatoes, she nods in the direction of
the cupboard behind him, “grab a pan, and put the stove on
dear.” Sliding past him to grab some of the herbs to coat her
ingredients with, she stops for a second to set a kiss to the
tip of his nose, before continuing on to the fridge, pulling out
two eggs.
“How did you sleep?”
The question was a distraction from her previous line of
thought, which she chose not to address before breakfast so the
man didn’t lose his appetite, that’s the last thing she would
want. Walking over to the stove now, she drops the contents on
the cutting board into the pan, before cracking two eggs into
the concoction. In the oven, was fresh bread she had made this
morning for Isis, so she reaches down to check if it’s still
warm. Deciding it was, she sets two plates on the counter and a
basket between them filled with seeded slices, before walking
back to the stove to turn off the bubbling tea, the scent of
cardamom filling the room as she pours it into two cups and sets
it on the tray by the plates.
“Should we eat in the garden?”
She turns off the stove completely as the smell of eggs and
tomato also engulfs the kitchen, putting a large portion onto
his plate, It was known she didn’t have the biggest appetite in
the morning, and sometimes, a coffee was all it took to fill
her.
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: May 23, 2018, 12:13 pm
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Azriel definitely wasn't as good at reading emotion as Imperfect
was. Furthermore, he was vastly unaware how easily his own
emotions were read. It was only natural since he was new to
expressing emotion at all. So it was only natural that he was
unable to read Imperfect's concern. He followed her instructions
happily, the comfort she offered overshadowing the concern he
felt well enough for him to move with a smile. "Well enough for
you to get out of bed without my noticing, so I'd have to say I
slept wonderfully!"
The smells that filled the room were intoxicating, as usual.
Marrying Imperfect was the absolute best decision he had ever
made! To think that the two had met by random encounter while
Imperfect was tending to Calyx. "That sounds great, my love..."
He said. He took the plates when they were ready and lead the
way to the garden, where he could release his wings. Keeping
them contained always felt like pressure in his back muscles. He
loved being outside, where they could be free. He had come to
accept their tainted black color, and even enjoy it! "So why
-do- you get up so early, even when you don't have to?" He
asked. He couldn't help but wonder, and it was still a
distraction from his concerns.
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: May 23, 2018, 12:38 pm
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She watches him pick up the tray and walk into the garden, but
before following in his direction, she makes one last trip to
the fridge, pulling out a little jar and then finally making her
way to the garden too. It was exceptionally beautiful in the
morning, their horizon being the painted sky, the landscape
bordered with flowers of all colours, and all scents, truly a
magical place. Imperfect had wanted Isis to grow up in a home
that felt like home, she didn’t want the child to be moved
around and relocated because it would hinder her, emotionally,
physically, and their beautiful baby girl was living youth’s
spring right now, so she couldn’t be any happier with her
family, and the life they had built for themselves. The woman
was immensely proud of her husband, who had managed to open his
heart not only to her, but Calyx too, and then his loving arms
to his daughter, who he showered with affection and warmth every
single day.
“Becaauuusseee,” her eyebrows perk up as she speaks, twisting
the lid off the jar and picking up a little spoon to delve into
it, the jam melting in her mouth, as her taste buds opened and
invited the sweetness the fig offered, “my body wills it so, and
I do love watching you sleep.”
He had gotten her the jam on one of his travels after she had
exclaimed, with passion, her love for everything and anything
fig-related. It was the little things in their life that made
her fall back in love with him on a daily basis, and one of the
main reasons why after so many years, their spark was as bright
as it was when they had first met. Snapping out of her thoughts,
her brows now furrow, causing her forehead to crease with worry
as she turns to him, reaching out to rest one of her hands on
his forearm.
“Though recently,” she sighs softly, “you seem to have these
dreams, they trouble you in your sleep, my love. Has anything
happened?”
The look on her face was one of concern now, truly worried for
the man sat next to her, wanting to be there for him and
whatever he seemed to be going through. If there was something
that was worrying him, perhaps she could quash it, but without
communicating about the source of this worry, there was nothing
she could do for him.
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Azriel Date: May 23, 2018, 3:04 pm
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Imperfect's answer to Azriel's question threw him off just a
bit. It was so simplistic that he simply hadn't expected it! Her
body simply woke her up in the morning! It gave her an unfair
advantage, but he would still find a way around it. One day
soon, she would awaken to find breakfast already prepared and
served! It was a goal that he wouldn't let go of.
They were enjoying the beautiful day and meal when Imperfect let
her question into the air, halting her husband's breath for just
a moment. He released a sigh, and pushed his half eaten plate
aside, taking instead Imperfect's hand. He knew that he would
have to tell her of his vision one day, though he had put it off
as long as he could. "My concern is for Isis." he explained
"Some time ago a received a premonition through a dream. In the
prophecy, Isis was to make a decision that could potentially
destroy many worlds. In my vision, she was still young, and her
decision involved friends her own age. Every time she leaves for
school, I worry that the time may be coming with one of her
little friends..."
The words he said were true, but he didn't speak of his
-greater- fear; That her decision would involve not her friends
from school, but Soraya's son, as well as Marie's son; That
Raijuta's family would be dragged into yet another tragedy
behind whatever this situation... The last thing they needed was
to lose another child.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." There was a clear sadness
in Azriel's apology. "I just didn't want you to have to worry
about this."
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Re: Falling to the Sky
By: Imperfect Date: May 23, 2018, 3:39 pm
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As he takes her hand into his, she feels her heart sink in her
chest, her own hold on his hand tightening with worry when he
mentions Isis. If there was anything Imperfect would die for,
it’s her children; years ago when she was given the ultimatum by
Rai’s clan to give her son up, she refused, knowing full well
that her decision could ultimately mean her death, and she would
still make that same choice a hundred times over. They weren’t
exactly ecstatic when they found out she was giving birth to the
child of their clan leader, and to this day, neither she or
Raijuta actually know who kidnapped both her and Calyx when he
was but an infant. When her children were put into the equation,
she would do absolutely anything to ensure their safety and
survival.
“W-what do-”
The words didn’t make it out because she was stunned into
silence, and all she could hear is the loud thump in her chest,
her heart beating frantically with the news she was given.
Though he had come forth with the premonition, she knew that he
hadn’t told her everything and a selfish part of her was glad,
but another worried that Isis was in grave danger and that she
couldn’t stop whatever it was coming for her daughter.
“Okay,” she inhales deeply, composing herself and trying to get
a hold of her emotions before she went completely mad with
worry, “there’s no indication of when she’ll have to make this
choice?”
Ultimately, it didn’t matter when she would have to make the
choice, the simple fact that her brunette haired, button-nosed
girl would be forced to make a decision worried her beyond
comprehension. Her right leg begins bouncing up and down, a
habit she couldn’t control, one that only happened when she was
thinking of a thousand things at once. Right now, she was
thinking about how they, as parents, needed to protect their
daughter from this choice she was supposed to make.
“Maybe we can move,” she looks at her husband with a hopeful
stare, her emerald gaze cutting into him practically, “is it
even safe for her to be here? I mean, we don’t even know what’s
coming for her, right? You don’t know what’s coming, you said it
yourself Az, this thing could be dangerous, what if-.”
The next thought that came to her mind was one that she couldn’t
even speak into existence, and it brought back memories of her
and Calyx, in that torture house for two years, where they had
been victim to multiple beatings, malnourishment. All she could
think was how much of a bad omen she seemed to be; both births
were difficult, and both were proving to endanger lives, most
importantly, her child's life. What if they were coming to take
her and Isis this time? She looks at her husband for answers,
biting her bottom lip nervously.
“Perhaps. . . we could go to her school? To check up on her?”
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