Uh, hi *waves shyly*
Just back from my holiday, and thought I should finally introduce myself after a short bout of lurking-lurgy.
And, I come bearing an angsty little snippet. (But don't get too depressed, its part 1 of 3!)
In a way, the demon was glad it was raining. The city seemed so empty, and the few people that were outside were entirely wrapped up in their own lives.
However, he had another reason.
A reason that no other being would ever, could ever, find out.
It was because the flat above the bookshop was always so much warmer when it was raining outside, because it was so nice to sit in an oasis of warmth and light and companionship when the outside world was cold and grey and lonely.
And his angel always fussed so if he was soaked to the skin, and made him tea.(Something so small, so simple, it hurt.)
Even though he wasn't his angel.
Even though he could never be, they could never be.
A truth as real as the rain on the windows, as bitter as the lemon in the tea.
And, I come bearing an angsty little snippet. (But don't get too depressed, its part 1 of 3!)
In a way, the demon was glad it was raining. The city seemed so empty, and the few people that were outside were entirely wrapped up in their own lives.
However, he had another reason.
A reason that no other being would ever, could ever, find out.
It was because the flat above the bookshop was always so much warmer when it was raining outside, because it was so nice to sit in an oasis of warmth and light and companionship when the outside world was cold and grey and lonely.
And his angel always fussed so if he was soaked to the skin, and made him tea.(Something so small, so simple, it hurt.)
Even though he wasn't his angel.
Even though he could never be, they could never be.
A truth as real as the rain on the windows, as bitter as the lemon in the tea.