Angels Would Fall
Copyright: Melissa Etheridge
By: Koneko Yuy
Disclaimers: Don't own either the song or the boys...
Notes: People are funny. They love something I think is
stupid.... This is a very brief reprieve from The Angel's
Fault....
Artemis: Really....
Narehendu: It's based on The Angel's Fault!
Snowdrop: ....It's part of The Angel's Fault... Just in songfic
form. Oh, yeah. Maxwell Orphanage wasn't blown up like it was in
Duo's Episode Zero...
Koneko: Oi.... They needed a place for this to take place...
*The rope that's wrapped around me*
I groan, waking up.
*Is cutting through my skin*
My eyes snap open. I'm hanging upside down.
*And the doubts that have surrounded me*
Something moves behind me. I can't see what....
*Are finding their way in*
The thing wraps around me. I relax. It's only my wings.
*I keep it close to me*
My eyes widen. My wings? But...
*Like a holy man prays*
I pull myself upright. My ankles are tied to the board above me.
*In my desperate hour*
I cut the ropes, dropping to the floor. My wings wrap around me in reflex.
*It's better that way*
I slowly stand up. Whoever hung me up would be back soon, so I should disappear.
*So I'll come by and see you again*
In my wandering, I find myself in a church.
*I'll be such a very good friend*
A priest comes up to me. I look at him.
*Have mercy on my soul*
"You're an angel of His, aren't you?" he asks in a whisper.
*I will never let you know*
I look past him and at the cross above the alter. "Of God's, yes."
*Where my mind has been*
As my eyes come back to him, he gives me a bow. "You are most welcome here then." The wise brown eyes of the priest's look up at me. "Very welcome, Angel."
*Angels never came down*
Something burns within me as I ask a question. "You... have an orphanage here, right?"
*There's no one here they want to hang around*
The father nods. "Yes. Maxwell Orphanage."
*But if they knew*
"Then I take it you are Father Maxwell?" I look at him.
*If they knew you at all*
He nods again. "Yes, but don't expect any of the children to be up at this hour. They are all in bed."
*Then one by one the angels*
I noted a 'Or should be...' in his voice, but dismissed it. It's none of my business.
*Angels would fall*
"If it's not too much trouble, could I spend the night in the church?" I ask. He smiles and nods, then leaves.
I head to the alter and sit on it, pulling my knees up to my chest and stare up at the cross, my wings wrapping around me in a protective gesture.
*I've crept into your temple*
My ears detect a noise behind me. Someone had come in the church. Or left it.
*I have slept upon your pew*
I turn slightly. No, entered the church. The boy is staring up at me, frightened.
*I've dreamed of the divinity*
His knees give out beneath him and he falls to his knees. His wide amythest eyes search my face.
*Inside and out of you*
I get off the alter, slowly approaching the boy. The haunting violet eyes flutter close as he waits for my anger to be unleashed on him for disturbing me.
*I want it more than truth*
Angels are born as, live as, and die as virgins. That's how it's supposed to be. But I am no virgin. Not anymore.
*I can taste it on my breath*
I stand over him. He still thinks I'm going to kill him for what he did.
*I would give my life just for a little death*
His eyes snap open, realizing I have no intention of killing him. He stares up at me wildly.
*So I'll come by and see you again*
He looks almost otherworldly the way he's kneeling in a patch of moonlight.
*I'll be just a very good friend*
I very slowly put my hand under his chin and pull him to his feet.
*I will not look upon your face*
He starts to turn away under my study of him, but my hand on his chin stops the movement.
*I will not touch upon your grace*
His eyes look deep into mine. The way he looks at me is almost like he knows me. Knows who I am. Knows what I am.
*Your ecclasiastic skin*
His hand reaches up to my cheek. He bites his lip as he does so.
*I'll come by and see you again*
I stir out of bed. He's asleep next to me.
*I'll have to be a very good friend*
For all he knows, he gave his virginity to an angel he'll never know or see again. Fate is such a fickle little thing.
*If I whisper, they will know*
I kiss him softly on the cheek. It's dawn. I must go before I'm missed.
*I'll just turn around and go*
I know, deep down inside of my holy soul, he woke alone and cried. I know he feels that I used him. But I didn't. I would never hurt him. I love him too much to do that to him.
*You will never know my sin*
