Disclaimer: Blue moooooon, I saw you standing, aloooooooone...without a dream in my head, without a love of, my oooooooooown...
A/N: Wow, I'm actually getting back into this writing habit, aren't I? Nifty, ain't it? Well, this is another one of my famously short chapters, but it goes back...you'll understand once you read it.
You know the drill: read, enjoy, review, go get yourself a cookie. ;P
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Petrified Tears
chapter 38
With a groan, the soldier fell, defeated, forward onto his desk, causing a pillow-cloud of paperwork to surround his upper body and settle around him like a ring of feathers. In one fist, he sheltered his thumb, still bandaged from his run in with the glass left over from her run in with his windshield earlier that morning. In his other fist, he gripped a dull number 2 pencil, it bandaged with scotch tape from too many terrible moments belonging to its captor.
His glasses lay forgotten near his keyboard; his lilac hair shielding all but the curve of his cheek and his chin, the corner of the slightly frowning line of his lips as the soldier lay fallen and broken.
In front of his desk lay an angel, her wings removed by whatever gods had given them to her, leaving her to lay where she had fallen, in the midst of a sea of papers that seem to have become the new carpeting for the office. Her right leg lay stretched out, the top of her foot flush with the ground, toe pointed perfectly; pointing towards the door, pointing towards escape. Her left leg was bent, the hook of her ankle cradled over the back of her right knee. One arm was draped above her, the side of her forearm pressed against the top of her head. The other arm was folded under itself, a bandaged hand and purpling fingers peeking over her left shoulder. Her hair, like the soldier's, had tumbled in her fall from grace, her face hidden beneath locks of liquid darkness, the arch of her jaw and her slightly parted, full lips, all that seemed to have escaped suffocation by the hair that blocked the rest of her features from view.
Outside the window, stars twinkled faintly in the clear midnight sky; the full moon gave light to the world, providing an innocent sheen to all, an innocence the sun could never see, could never create.
Odd, that something that can create such horror wrought by those such as the fallen, could bring innocence to the surface, could wash the world clean of all sin.
Out in the lobby, a brief glimpse of blue shimmered in the moonlight. Tears shimmered on pale, rogued cheeks, a faint smile graced the lovely face. Bright blue eyes, eyes that shielded themselves with pride, eyes that hid what was truly within, sparkled at the scene on the monitor.
She knew.
She knew that the fallen angel was the only one that could nurse the fallen soldier back to help; that the fallen soldier was the only one that could lift the fallen angel back into grace.
Blue eyes lifted, met with black.
Black eyes, warm with life, warm with love, warm with innocence that rivaled the innocence brought by the moon, shone back. They dropped back to the monitor, and a sigh escaped through his nose, his mouth defeatedly closed, eyes shutting sadly. He pushed himself from the monitor, black hair swaying slightly as the locks were disturbed by the movement.
He crossed the lobby, walked to the glass double doors, letting the moonlight smiling through them wash away his loss. A large hand pressed itself against the glass, eyes beseeching the moon for answers.
A gentle hand settled on his shoulder. Black eyes turned to back blue, meeting them, stating dislike and anger.
Blue eyes closed, blue hair bobbed around her face as she shook her head.
Sighing again, lips forming a line, face blank, black eyes closed.
A strong hand crossed his chest; he reached up and gripped hers, admitting he knew.
The fallen cannot look towards heaven for help.
They can only look to themselves.
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A/N: See what I mean by "it goes back"? It goes back to the feel from the beginning. Anywayz, yeah. That's my update for today. More later...damn it feels good to have gotten over my writer's block.
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