THERE WERE pleasures which, once discovered, were hard to let go of. Wise men advised to fight them and keep them at bay, but he had never listened to any kind of wisdom in his whole life. Wisdom was for the stupid. There was not any reason for him not to embrace what pleased him, whether it would hurt others or not ( hint: it always would ). Call him selfish; it is true indeed.
Irial crept behind the angel in silence, making sure not to make a single noise. It was always funnier when he could scare someone else, almost appearing out of nowhere as if he was one of his pets. When he was close enough, he hid his hands behind his back and leaned forward so that his mouth would be near Ruhiel’s ear. “Hello, darling,” he whispered, smirking. “Missed me?”
it was inevitable. the downfall.
first from his home, and now from who he was. temptation gave way to damnation, it was what the elders used to tell him each time they caught him staring down into the world ( could it be that they were already guessing his fate? seeing the shadows wrapped around his neck? ). he saw everything from above, except the luring of the darkness that would take control of him sooner or later.
and trap him like a caged bird. forced to sing all day.
the other had left early in the day, leaving the angel alone with his thoughts. wandering aimlessly inside that place, secretly wishing the other to never show up again ( yet deep inside his torn heart, he yearned for the sight of those crimson eyes ). how had he gotten himself in that mess? Ruhiel couldn’t remember, in fact, he could barely remember life without the company of those tendrils, always looming around ( making sure he’d behave and not run away ), a life where once laughter and joy had a place. knowing who he was, what he was, had already been a blessing.
lost in his thoughts, Ruhiel heard no footsteps. the angel didn’t realize of Irial’s arrival, and only when his whisper ( oh, the electricity and heat it ran through his body, causing every hair to stand out ) was heard so close to his ear did he figured the calm was over. the storm had arrived. his heart rushed as he jumped from the sudden scare, turning around on his heels to face the other. pearly hues gazing up into crimson. “ Irial- ” only his name left his lips as he averted his gaze. how could he answer that question without feeling shame?
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