“the painist”
( @yixingwrites ! )
Yet another night had the angel up and awake, and even though he knows sleep is essential for humans to manager their meager lives and continue living, it's unimportant to him and he plays with tiny jolts of electricity that form at the pads of his fingertips. It keeps him entertained when he's not busy staring at the moon longing like a lovesick teenager, or cleaning his apartment. Since there's not much to do, he has no need for regular cleaning, and tonight is no different.
However, the clock strikes 2, and the moment he'd long awaited finally came. The soft echoes of ivory being pressed and chords struck to emanate beautiful notes and light melodies reached his ears, and he goes still, letting the sounds of the music flow through him as his eyes slip shut moments later. For some reason, he feels as though the tones tonight hold a much more melancholy feel, and the angel swallows, and memories he'd tried to suppress come crashing back with immense force: running through fields laden with flowers of all types with his friends, playing with his sisters, protecting his brothers in the plight of battle, and sharing laughs at each other's expense when the fight was over and done. It makes him homesick, and tears threaten to spill, much to his surprise and annoyance.
Quickly wiping his eyes and standing on shaking legs, he takes a deep breath before quietly padding out of his apartment in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, he locates the source of the music a few doors down. It takes him a moment to gather the courage to knock on the door, as he stands listening to the tones as they evoke feelings of misery and longing within his heart. Brushing these emotions aside, he quickly raps on the door three times with his knuckles and stands back, hoping the evidence of his tears was no where to be found.