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Malchediel, Angel of Courage
Let me be brave, just this once.
My hands are sweaty, so I wipe them on my pants. One hand brushes against my pocket, and a chill chases down my spine at the thought of what's inside of it. Why am I doing this to myself? Frustrated, I adjust my glesses (I should get contacts... but what if they got stuck in?) and glare at my bedroom door.
He should be here soon. He'll ring the bell just to hear it, knowing he could just shout and I'd be there in three seconds (the walls in my dorm are pretty thin). But he'll ring the bell, and I'll be there in two. He'll grin at me, wild and a little lopsided and ridiculously beautiful, green eyes shinning, short, spiked blond hair impossibly bright in the dim hallway.
And what then?
We'll go to his dorm, of course, and I'll tutor him like I always have, and then we'll watch T.V., maybe play Halo for an hour or so. Eventually I'll have to leave. I'll end up sitting here on my bed, thinking about the way his eyes narrow a little when he's confused, about how when I get close enough I can see his freckles, and wonder what it'd be like to touch them.
That's what will happen.
But I don't want it to.
The doorbell rings, and I'm at the door before the sound fully registers. I open the door and there he is- grinning, green eyes, blond hair.
"Ready to go?" he asks.
Am I?
I think about the night that's going to happen if I say yes. I think about what's inside my pocket. I watch as my hand drifts toward it, then reaches in and curls around cool silver. I bring the object into the light, smiling a little. It's a silver chain. Thin, but strong, a thousand silver circles interlocked. Even in this dim hallway, it shines, impossibly bright.
"Come here."
Blinking, he steps forward, and I go on my toes to loop the chain around his neck.
"For courage," I tell him.
He blinks, his hand slowly coming up to feel the cool metal around his neck. There's something like amazement in his eyes.
"Courage, huh?" he murmurs, stooping slightly.
His lips meet mine, warm and close.
"Thank you," he whispers.
I grin and steal another kiss, suddenly fearless.
Let me be brave, just this once.
My hands are sweaty, so I wipe them on my pants. One hand brushes against my pocket, and a chill chases down my spine at the thought of what's inside of it. Why am I doing this to myself? Frustrated, I adjust my glesses (I should get contacts... but what if they got stuck in?) and glare at my bedroom door.
He should be here soon. He'll ring the bell just to hear it, knowing he could just shout and I'd be there in three seconds (the walls in my dorm are pretty thin). But he'll ring the bell, and I'll be there in two. He'll grin at me, wild and a little lopsided and ridiculously beautiful, green eyes shinning, short, spiked blond hair impossibly bright in the dim hallway.
And what then?
We'll go to his dorm, of course, and I'll tutor him like I always have, and then we'll watch T.V., maybe play Halo for an hour or so. Eventually I'll have to leave. I'll end up sitting here on my bed, thinking about the way his eyes narrow a little when he's confused, about how when I get close enough I can see his freckles, and wonder what it'd be like to touch them.
That's what will happen.
But I don't want it to.
The doorbell rings, and I'm at the door before the sound fully registers. I open the door and there he is- grinning, green eyes, blond hair.
"Ready to go?" he asks.
Am I?
I think about the night that's going to happen if I say yes. I think about what's inside my pocket. I watch as my hand drifts toward it, then reaches in and curls around cool silver. I bring the object into the light, smiling a little. It's a silver chain. Thin, but strong, a thousand silver circles interlocked. Even in this dim hallway, it shines, impossibly bright.
"Come here."
Blinking, he steps forward, and I go on my toes to loop the chain around his neck.
"For courage," I tell him.
He blinks, his hand slowly coming up to feel the cool metal around his neck. There's something like amazement in his eyes.
"Courage, huh?" he murmurs, stooping slightly.
His lips meet mine, warm and close.
"Thank you," he whispers.
I grin and steal another kiss, suddenly fearless.