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This is a story about angels.
Golden angels of light; kind angels of strength.
Warrior angels, guardian angels, angels of passion and fire.
And one, bright shadow, born of darkness yet playing the light, sin of what never was...
Harbinger of Death...
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Lost.
Darkness.
And the gentle falling of rain.
Home...
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Light padding footsteps.
Being looked over.
Crouch.
Prod.
I moan.
"So you are alive." The voice is gratified, then puzzled; I can feel its confusion through the haze of my consciousness, sparking my own.
Why do you care...? Are you an angel? Am I...
...dead?
Help me...
The darkness is coming back.
Eating at my mind.
Drowning.
I whimper, try to curl into a ball.
Be light... light, be light, light, light...
"...oi."
I start to shiver.
"Oi...!"
Hikari desu...
An exasperated sigh.
"Look, are you waking up or not? Only you're blocking the way."
Something hot and wet streams down my grimy cheeks.
"Oi...!!"
The gentle falling of rain.
"Ugh...! Fine."
A grudging acceptance.
The unnerving sense of flight, when your body is moved swiftly, suddenly, and your senses are left behind and soaring ahead of your physical self at the same time.
A gentle swaying, like the gentle, soothing rocking as you curl up in your mother's arms.
And warmth.
Light.
Hikari desu...
A word as yet unknown to me before this encounter whispers into my mind, voice of an angel:
Safe.
Safe, despite the darkness creeping in, eating at my defenses; beyond everything that's happened the light, the light...
This light will lead the way.
An overwhelming need sweeps through me, and I struggle to force my eyes open.
Green.
Deep as emotion, wisping lightly as he walks.
A pale face, reptilian features, smooth smooth skin like ivory, purest marble.
I fight my own sluggish body to lift my arm, driven by a desperate, irrational desire to touch that fair skin, stroke his smooth cheek: cashmere beneath my fingers.
His eyes flicker down to my face.
Black.
No, purple.
A deep purple, violet, indigo, deep, fathomless, infinite, and old and ageless and...
A shimmering light.
Evanescent greens; flickering in and out of shadow.
And shadow and shadow and shadow...
I feel my fingertips brushing lightly against his face.
It's so cold... how can he be so cold, so light...? Feels... feels like... stone... cold marble...
But so warm.
"What are you looking at?"
I let my lids slip shut, my hand drop back to my stomach, whisper in a voice husky with lack of use,
"You..."
"Hn."
I smile sluggishly.
Warm.
"You're a funny looking angel, mister..."
I feel his chest jerk beneath my head, his light chuckle, sardonic, rising above the distant echoes of damp and dark.
"'It's hard to find angels in Hell', kid."
"Then I... must be luckier... than... I thought..."
He doesn't answer.
Echoing dampness.
And a soft, warming light.
: sonryz :
So, what d'ya think? Anybody like it? Hope so, 'cos it's continuing anyway! XD I realize Envy's probably a bit OOC, but this is partly because of the girl idolizing him too. That's my excuse, anyway. : D
'Playing the Angel' is going to be more or less manga based, which is rather different from the anime. It may contain some spoilers up to recent chapters as well... Hard to say so early on, but you've been warned. : P
So anyway, here's to my first long series fic, people. And by the way:
:-hikari desu -- light-: