“It was the most painful thing I’ve ever lived through. Everything I was, wrenched apart at the roots and seams, slammed back together in a mess of tangibility. I wanted to throw up and rip myself open at the same time, get rid of the thoughts that were seeping away from me anyway because it’d stop me being able to feel this agony.
And then it was over. Then it was my face was pressed into the earth, not someone else’s, my hands scratched and bleeding as I tore them on sticks getting to my feet. It was like visiting, but thousands of times better. My own arms and legs, head, fingers. I felt practised at this, the sensation wasn’t so strange after I got used to it. The only thing that was alien was my wings, but they were fantastic. I could fly, still feel as weightless as a thought, but it was easy to slip back to earth and walk on the ground.”
The angel’s eyes were still closed. Tears slowly ebbed out from beneath Arthur’s eye lids, catching on his lashes and hanging there like delicate, watery crystals.
“I went looking for Francis. I thought this was the answer to everything I didn’t know I’d been wishing for. I knew where he was, I knew how to get there. I thought that I’d meet him for the first time as myself, with him knowing it was me and that after that everything would have no choice but to fall into place. I flew there without resting; I didn’t need to, I was running on hope and stupidity. Francis didn’t need to catch me, Alfred, I went straight to him.”
Sobbing now Arthur opened his eyes and brought his hands up to half-conceal his face, crying into them. Alfred reached out and pulled Arthur towards him, closing the gap between them. Embracing him tightly Alfred said nothing as the angel cried into his shoulder.
“I fell in love with him and out of everything I’d ever had and he put me in a bird coop. I was just an animal, a beautiful creature in a cage. And I can’t ever go home, I can’t change back. I’m not an angel anymore and I’m not human, I’m a man with wings. I can fly, but I’m grounded and I don’t know what to do and, God, it hurts.”
Alfred held him closer and felt Arthur bury his face into the side of his neck, tears soaking into his pyjama shirt. They stayed like that for the rest of the night until Arthur’s exhaustion won over him, and he slipped into a drained sleep. Alfred stayed awake, hand running gently over Arthur’s back and angel’s wings until morning seeped into the room with the sun’s first faint rays.
... And here you have how Arthur came to be imprisoned. Originally it wasn't quite this depressing. It shouldn't get this heavy again... Hope everyone enjoyed.
Re: Flight- 8/?
anonymous
April 30 2011, 23:03:08 UTC
My heart literally breaks for Arthur. After all that had happened with Francis and then to be put into a cage... poor, poor Arthur. To feel so out of place and not being able to trust or go back to the person you did it for must be horrible.
You did such a good job with that and I loved your explanation of angels.
Re: Flight- 8/?
anonymous
April 30 2011, 23:13:06 UTC
Oh...oh God, Arthur, sweetheart- D': I didn't think this fill would get this serious (even though you've said it may just be for this one part). Still, I'm rather glad that it did. Gives it more meaning. ♥
Your explanation for the existance of angels was...strangely beautiful, ya know? It's just so poetic~
Super excited for the next update! I can't wait to see were it goes from here! :D
Re: Flight- 8/?
anonymous
May 1 2011, 03:55:50 UTC
I love this even more, the way you described angels was very original, and I didn't expect Arthur to have been in love with Francis! Poor Arthur :( He must have been holding in those tears for a long time. I demand another update :3
oh wow, the explanation of Arthur's origins and how he came to earth was beautifully constructed and very original. My heart is aching for Arthur and what he's been through.
And then it was over. Then it was my face was pressed into the earth, not someone else’s, my hands scratched and bleeding as I tore them on sticks getting to my feet. It was like visiting, but thousands of times better. My own arms and legs, head, fingers. I felt practised at this, the sensation wasn’t so strange after I got used to it. The only thing that was alien was my wings, but they were fantastic. I could fly, still feel as weightless as a thought, but it was easy to slip back to earth and walk on the ground.”
The angel’s eyes were still closed. Tears slowly ebbed out from beneath Arthur’s eye lids, catching on his lashes and hanging there like delicate, watery crystals.
“I went looking for Francis. I thought this was the answer to everything I didn’t know I’d been wishing for. I knew where he was, I knew how to get there. I thought that I’d meet him for the first time as myself, with him knowing it was me and that after that everything would have no choice but to fall into place. I flew there without resting; I didn’t need to, I was running on hope and stupidity. Francis didn’t need to catch me, Alfred, I went straight to him.”
Sobbing now Arthur opened his eyes and brought his hands up to half-conceal his face, crying into them. Alfred reached out and pulled Arthur towards him, closing the gap between them. Embracing him tightly Alfred said nothing as the angel cried into his shoulder.
“I fell in love with him and out of everything I’d ever had and he put me in a bird coop. I was just an animal, a beautiful creature in a cage. And I can’t ever go home, I can’t change back. I’m not an angel anymore and I’m not human, I’m a man with wings. I can fly, but I’m grounded and I don’t know what to do and, God, it hurts.”
Alfred held him closer and felt Arthur bury his face into the side of his neck, tears soaking into his pyjama shirt. They stayed like that for the rest of the night until Arthur’s exhaustion won over him, and he slipped into a drained sleep. Alfred stayed awake, hand running gently over Arthur’s back and angel’s wings until morning seeped into the room with the sun’s first faint rays.
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You did such a good job with that and I loved your explanation of angels.
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I didn't think this fill would get this serious (even though you've said it may just be for this one part). Still, I'm rather glad that it did. Gives it more meaning. ♥
Your explanation for the existance of angels was...strangely beautiful, ya know? It's just so poetic~
Super excited for the next update! I can't wait to see were it goes from here! :D
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I'm loving this more and more each day :) <33
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An update, an update? Praise be, the girl's updated... DX Sorry about the stupidly long wait... Hope you're all still interested. :)
~A!A
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