A sheen, blue-tinted light illuminated the dark room, making weird shadows dance around the walls, creating bizarre sceneries. Its source, an orb, made out of glass, grasped in Ryan's left hand, held high, was wavering; sending out stronger light one second and weaker the next.
The light made the three - or four, depending on the way you looked at it - faces present shine, their expression - mostly of fear - seeming even deeper than they were - not like they could get much deeper, though.
"C-Cut the crap…!" Bodil's accent resonated through the air as he nervously ruffled his wings, the feathers somehow making his shadow even more bizarre.
"It's not crap!" Ryan protested, "It's a part of the ritual, even if it seems funny or whatever," he mumbled, setting the light orb onto a metal holder, shaped to resemble a tree of sorts.
He produced a book from somewhere - Dawn and Bodil had no idea, and if they were being honest, they probably didn't want to know - and set it onto the wooden surface of the table, next to Sky's cold hand. He opened it, flipping through the pages, eyes reading the lines with inhuman speed.
The Councilman finally settled on with a page, wings spreading themselves as he stood straight. His eyes scanned the lines he read out loud, his voice low and somehow mysterious, adding perfectly to the scenery and the feeling of performing a forbidden ritual, which they were, in reality.
"Vrat nam nasho priatela!" Ryan chanted, "Vrat nam nasho priatela, Sky!"
Bright white light started radiating from the shades placed back onto Sky's eyes, slowly spreading down his body, until his whole flame was shining, the light too strong for the angels to handle, even for Bodil with his own shades, and they had to shield they eyes.
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Ty was pacing around his house, which was all turned upside down. It was a mess, everything thrown everywhere, from Ty's earlier frantic search.
He managed to lose Sky's shades.
Tears forced themselves out of his eyes and he clenched his fists, fighting them down. He even made sure to check if he had them before they even left!
But when he came home and undressed for the night, his pocket was empty. He turned everything - everything - over, trying to find them. He didn't.
He flopped down onto the couch, tears streaming down his face, and as he hugged the green pillow from the couch close to his chest, he was grateful that Jason was still in school and wouldn't see him like this.
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"Did… Did it work?" Dawn asked, dropping her hands. She ran to the table and gripped its sides.
"Did what work?" Sky's voice, hoarse and rough, trained, making Dawn whimper in relief. She slid to the ground, tears of happiness streaming down her face. "Dawn, are you okay?" Sky asked, sitting up and looking down at the female angel in worry.
"Yes…" she said, wiping away her tears, "I'm fine… You're fine… Everything's fine…!"