"She's not afraid to be seen. You must not be afraid to see."

[angelstoflowers]

 Angelina Marguerite -- she is beautiful but strange, beautiful but in an aspect always changing, always melting like proud, bright snows into softer shades of spring, or all the seasons turned back, winter grace to autumn glory to a summer blooming-brilliant where the flowers sing and the birds open their wings like petals on the branch. Now she

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[abitofboth]

He is a man all shadows and angles and smirking pride, and perhaps as much of an opposite as she could have. He is almost hard to spot, though he's standing there openly enough; one's eyes slide past him.

"Obviously."

T: Eee, this is awesome.

[angelstoflowers]

"Obviously, miraculously," she says when her eyes catch upon him as light and easy as the brush of feathers and a wing, skirts still in her hands, now spread in a curtsy.

typist: i tried so long to resist -- !

[abitofboth]

"Ah, but magically?" he asks with a little twist of a smirk.

[angelstoflowers]

"Oh, magically most of all." That smirk returned, in a smile that twists and plays along her lips. "Life if strange, you understand -- but death is that much stranger."

[abitofboth]

"My life is but half Strange, most of the time. Less so of late."

[angelstoflowers]

"You mustn't do anything by halves! We shall have to find some way to bring strangeness into your life when it's ripe and whole and ready to be picked."

[abitofboth]

"Well, there is one Strange here, and I've been told the second lives again despite her prior death, so maybe they are, indeed, two halves of a whole."

[angelstoflowers]

"Ah -- are they married? For married lives are very strange, all halved and holistic --"

[abitofboth]

"They are, as much as a magician can ever truly marry."

[angelstoflowers]

With perfect simplicity, "I never shall."

[abitofboth]

"Because of magic, or fancy, I wonder."

[angelstoflowers]

"Both!" she declares with a delighted laugh. "All magic's fancy painted me, and so much more besides."

[abitofboth]

He tilts his head, taking her in. "Hm."

[angelstoflowers]

Perhaps he notices that she is hours younger than she was mere minutes ago, and in the space of a few seconds, younger still -- like the sun-dappled shadows of leaves that move in the wind, she is changing, subtly but perceptibly, as the light by with which you see her changes.

typist: meaning-changing typo, sorry. ^^;

[abitofboth]

"You're not like any fairy I've read of or met," he finally says, mildly interested.

[angelstoflowers]

"Oh, they are very few people, in any sense, like me."