The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 17
Pen name: Alby Mangroves
Pairing: Emmett
Rating: M
Photos for prompts can be found here:
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A/N: I procrastinated over these so long that lightstardusting didn't get a chance to pre-read these. Apologies for any errors! x
I didn't make ms-ambrosia read the rest of these because she's got enough on her plate trying to complete her own responses to the TT25 x
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Colors more vivid than life.
A clock ticking somewhere maddeningly close to his ear; the sound penetrating and distracting.
A chandelier above his head, casting a warm glow over the ceiling.
Does heaven have ceilings?
Is this purgatory?
Emmett never really believed in heaven and hell but here he is, dead... and yet not dead.
He senses her before he sees her, the angel at his side. He suddenly recalls her flaxen hair enveloping him as she held him to her breast and flew... flew? Angel?
Oh.
Only a dream, then.
Confused, he realizes that his eyes are already open.