Angel
of Sorrow, A Wingfic in Brief
by Axioma
One day, Shinji grows angelic wings out of his back.
"Don't look at me," he cries. There are tears running
down his cheeks. His chest heaves with suppressed sobs. "They're
hideous!"
"No, Shinji," Asuka says, cupping his
head in her arms. "I think they're beautiful..."
Sex is
had.
THE END.
Angel of Sorrow, A Wingfic in Brief
Revised and Expanded Edition, With All New Content
and Never Before Seen Description
by Axioma
The rain mostly falls in torrents, mostly, from a gray, drab sky, the color of a sky that has given up. A piercing shriek penetrates the gathering gloom of the evening, a shriek of anguish and sorrow.
Shinji clings to himself in a dark corner of Misato's appartment, clutching at his knees in a fetal position, naked from the waist up, his body glistening with blood, sweat and tears. From his shoulder blades grow a pair of angelic wings, the dirty white feathers stained with blood where they had ripped through the skin on his back.
"Don't look at me," he cries. There are tears
running down his cheeks, mingling with blood. His chest heaves with
suppressed sobs. "They're hideous!"
"No, Shinji,"
Asuka says, kneeling down to him, her brilliant crimson hair seeming
to glow from the back lighting. She cupps his head in her arms. She
whispers in his ear. "I think they're beautiful..."
They
grope for one another desperately, his throbbing manhood penetrating
her pulsating womanhood of desire.
THE END.