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[angeloaureo]

{✮}— He said he couldn’t answer. And without answers, he didn’t really had a reason to remain in these territories.

      Taking a leave was the only reasonable thing to do, in his opinion. And indeed he was going to run the hell away from that noxious figure, if only the headache wasn’t menacing to make his head explode in a fountain of shattered organs, bones and blood.

      « Then why are you here?! » He whined. « Why are you tormenting me now? Why are you doing this to me?! »

[hyelbrand]

"I am here because I have missed you."

Fingers reached, gently brushing down the white cheek which was offered. They traveled to grasp his chin, his figure stepping forward as the wings folded and pressed away into his back.

"My son," he said quietly, his form now fully visible for the younger. He looked quite like him, with soft (red) eyes, long blond locks which threatened to touch the ground, a strong chin and nose... but his body had been shrouded in clothing which was darker than black, which hid the muscular stature under.

[whatwesold]

[angeloaureo]

{✮}— Even more cryptic words, no matter how sweet and lulling they could be —once they reached his brain, they turned into sharp blades digging deeper and deeper, making him wince and silently whine each step the other took towards him.

      And the grief was so unbearable he literally almost lost his grip over the human form he was displaying, revealing blonde hair almost touching the ground and beautiful wings, and a flaming, cracked halo floating over his head. Delicate fingers still were clawing his own skull —the cross in the middle of the black seal on his neck gleaming of a pale, metallic light. 

      Wasn’t he beautiful, even if he wasn’t fully unleashed?

      « Please… make it stop. » He couldn’t even lift his glass-like gaze, finding the vision in front of him even more painful —yet familiar, a bittersweet taste rolling right against his tongue. « Why are you doing this to me? It hurts so much,. . please, I just want it to stop… »

[hyelbrand]

Wings spread.

They darkened the sky and the world and everything seemed tiny and miniscule around them. They bumped and slammed into cars and buildings, awkwardly fluttering. Feathers were taped awkwardly against their leathery surface as if in mocking.

I have told you. I cannot answer.

He shone with his son. He was beauty in a humanoid form. He was everyone's sweetest dreams... but he was also a inhuman monster.

[angeloaureo]

{✮}— Was the time altered, or even stopped around them? Were his senses starting to falter, to fail miserably like the ones of a common human being?

      Why everything was suddenly so cold, so able to freeze his limbs and bones to the core?

      He wanted to know. He wanted to know what was missing in his head —who he was, what was his story, what was his purpose, why the other was acting so cryptically towards him…

      Too many question, and yet not an answer.

      « It is, for your presence causes me great, almost unbearable grief. And I don’t know why. » A comment was given, that suspended hand walking back to him, slender fingers tracing the black seal on his neck. His gaze wandered away —timid, pure, still filled with innocence even if he was a fallen one. The push made his balance falter for a second, golden locks dancing with the chilly wind.

[hyelbrand]

You do not need to know such an answer.

Came the response, voice soft and almost loving as the male continued to step forward. He could not give the comfort the other desired subconsciously, only offer his voice.

The pointed ears bounced with each step he took. His sphere of influence had chased away any humans and darkened the area, appropriate for one of his ranking and nature. With them gone and fleeing, he could show his horns.

All you need to know, little one, is that you are not alone.

The horns appeared within a blink of the eye, large and arcing, but never meeting. Red eyes burned from within the veil of shadows, the crumbled broken halo a sign that he was dangerous to all.

[angeloaureo]

{✮}— The pain in his head increased. The stinging ache coming from the seal sewn on his neck pounded mercilessly, causing the frail creature to groan in front of the other. His sole presence caused him extreme grief —grief of memories he didn’t had, of a mind who wanted things to finally unravel, questions waiting for eager answers.

      Yet a hand was being offered to him, and the angel with the cracked halo and the radiant, pure beauty didn’t know if actually grasping it was a good idea —leaving it suspended, distance of a few inches filled by empty air.

      Azure eyes narrowed, trying to look, to seek whatever trait the darkness was hiding. But it seemed useless —almost like the veil of black was one with the being’s traits, and yet able to make him even more familiar, even more astonishing. And a single, simple question was being inquired —mouthed by lips unable to release any sound, only mimicking form of words..

      « Who are you? »

[hyelbrand]

An answer wasn't given. The hand was retracted, and the boy felt a small push against the back as the male walked off.

He may of been beautiful, but the world around them seemed darker with his presence. Muted colors replaced vibrant ones, the sun out but the world quiet and cold. Not a soul was on the street except for the two, the others simply peering down and disappearing down different alleyways.

Who am I? It is none of your concern for now.

His voice was calm inside the younger one's head.

[angeloaureo]

hyelbrand }

{✮}— As his azure gaze seemed to catch that familiar figure walking closer, the poor angel found himself wincing him pain, fingers digging in his blonde hair. He couldn’t understand —who was he? Why his sole presence, even if distant, was able to give him such a physical and mental grief?

[hyelbrand]

Lips part, sharp white teeth prodding out of the red skin before disappearing within. The figure before the smaller radiated beauty, long blond locks looking as soft as feathers.

Despite the being's beauty, it's face was hidden behind a shroud of darkness.

Fingers reached, nails manicured into sharp tips, the green color staining the protein like poison. The soft hand offered itself in invitation.