So I'm a little bit wary of posting a new story so close to the start of the new season. It's flittering through my mind constantly at the moment though and I figured I would post a teaser prologue to gauge interest and reactions to it. It's not like me to be so leary of it but I've been burnt by our show before and I'm seriously worried about our angel right now as it stands.
I also wrote this in my half hour lunch break on my phone. I love my job, but today was all the evil that four blocked sinks can provide. It's a very special kind of Hell, that.
Disclaimer: I hear you're planning to kill the angel I love, so I'm, like, screw you. I guess the love of this fangirl was never enough, so screw you and go to Hell too. (I'm not bitter or angry about the rumours or anything. Nooo.)
On Wings of Broken Moonlight
Shattered and broken a fallen angel lies in a cornfield. About him are beaten and flattened stalks that when later viewed will clearly be in the shape of tattered wings. Rumpled and bloodied clothes cover his prone body, his chest unmoving and his skin sallow in the moonlight.
In the distance two men can be heard calling the angel's name, one calm and a little wary while the other is more frantic. When they do find the angel it is only due to the fact that the taller of the two stumbles upon the cleared area, his mossy eyes falling on the body and for a moment an emotion flickers through his eyes that could be called relief. Then he is calling a different name, that of his brother, and crashing follows until he is joined by the shorter man. His reaction to the crumpled angel is loud, full of cursing and anger. The hunter falls to his knees beside the angel, lays his hand at the pulse point at the fallen one's throat only to be engulfed by a flash of light and heat.
The younger can only close his eyes and shield his face.
Interested?
Artemis