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[astorycalled]

Sweet was her brow, eased without fear. Her face relaxed, a small smile curling on reddening lips. A single bat of long black lashes that never needed makeup. Everything seemed to move like a dream, slow and still, and simply unreal. The crows rose from their perches as the shot rang out, but there wings beat like her heart. He watched her fall, wonderfully golden curls fighting with the flight as hovering about her as though a breeze had caught them in it's fingers. Her eyes caught his for a moment, a final goodbye that had no time for words. Reality came spinning back and she'd hit the ground, dead before impact. A single bullet, a single breath, a single life. The love that burned like a Phoenix caught in his arms, simply turned to ash in the rain. Too many things were suddenly late, dreams lost, flowing over the flat roof and mingling with the dust of angels. There is no god for men like him, no one to answer to or save him when the dark night gets to be too much. But it was not over, she was gone, but that was always a risk in the greater story. He had more to do, and promised to leave with her soon enough.

Julia, you are the only blooden angel for the two-toned daemon named Spike.