Beloved Angelus
Striking…
"Allen," breathed Lavi, almost reverently as if in prayer as his hands ghosted over tender flesh tinged a soft pink. He kissed the pale brow and nuzzled against the ghostly locks…
Dazzling…
Lavi almost couldn't stand to look upon the sight before him. Light almost seemed to pour from the small form, dazzling him with a fire that simmered within grey eyes, and burned its way across cool flesh…
Beautiful…
Allen was… stunning. Exotic in a way never known or seen—an Albino angel sent to walk the earth…
Heartbreaking…
Lavi kissed away the tears that leaked out of stormy eyes. His heart beat faster than a hummingbird's wings… a heart that shouldn't exist. It was a heart that he had thought long gone, but had become painfully aware of when he had believed the other dead. This heart… it had stopped then. When Allen had returned, he had sworn…
He'd never let his Heart break again… Allen would never Fall again.
World shattering…
He was meant to be a Bookman. It was his life… his entire world. A world that had been slowly shattering since the day he had met Allen. And now with every touch, with every breath he breathed and every sigh they shared… it was being blasted wide apart.
Destroyer of Time…
It was a heady feeling… this powerful creature, the 'Destroyer of Time', bending to his every touch… He wondered if perhaps the world would stop spinning, and that time could cease to exist and they would be trapped in this moment, together for all eternity…
Chosen of the 14th…
Shadow of the Musician he may be… Lavi didn't completely understand it himself. But he couldn't help but wonder if the melodious tune of the arc weren't derived from the beats of Allen's heart, the beauty in every movement, and the joy in every cry of ecstasy…
God's Favored Child…
'Most Blessed… God's Favored Child…' Bookman had many terms for it, and for him. But Lavi thought, as they both cried out to the heavens in their final moments, that perhaps Allen wasn't the blessed one… perhaps he was the blessing sent to the rest of them. To Lavi, Allen would always be his…
Beloved Angelus…
A/N: Umm… yeah… I've recently become obsessed with these two… and I felt my muse lurking somewhere in my mind tonight, so I basically put myself into a bit of a writing trance and voila! Hopefully someone out there likes it enough to drop a comment or two.