Fic: Only Angels Have Wings, PG
On the Eleventh Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Eleven Angel Feathers.
On the Tenth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Ten Warm Brains.
On the Ninth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Nine Broken Snow Globes.
On the Eight Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Eight Solemn Prayers.
On the Seventh Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Seven Pieces of Pie.
On the Sixth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Six Cheerleaders Dancing.
On the Fifth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - a Cell on Level Five.
On the Fourth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Four Sirens Blaring.
On the Third Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Three Books.
On the Second Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Two Men with Guns.
On the First Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - a Shiny New Power.
Title: Only Angels Have Wings
Character: Sylar and Gabriel
Author: eriksselest
Word count: 350
Rating: PG
Prompts: 12 Days of Sylar for heroes_sylar - On the Eleventh Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Eleven Angel Feathers.
Type: Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters.
The waves crashed against the sandy beach as both the light and dark angels looked out onto the sunset. A makeshift Christmas tree had been fashioned out of a palm tree and bits of glittering paper mache behind them, occasionally dropping a slip of paper from its trunk and floating effortlessly on the wind past their faces. They were all that was left in this tiny world. Just two beings disjointed from a time long past.
Faint music could be heard on the wind. It was time. The chaos had finally been distilled. Babylon was no more. The one with the dark wings slowly stood as he regained his footing in the loose packing of the sand. The light winged one stared at him with dark eyes knowing that the time was finally present. He arose as well and joined hands with the other, leading him into the warm water. Seaweed would occasionally wrap around their ankles, garnering a slight smile from the dark winged one.
Slowly the light one submerged the other in the water. His wings were the last to enter the water; the pointed, feathery ends were barely under the surface as he broke through the surface of the water with a great force. The ripples carried out wide around him. The salty, ocean spray ghosted along the face of the other.
All of the darkness drained from the one angel’s body. From his clothes to his wings, each patch of black ran from him as if it was the ink that had written his life’s story and misdeeds throughout the millennia. His wings were momentarily glistening, pearlescent white and the dark pool around him passed to the bottom of the ocean. A smile passed across his face before the wings dismembered themselves. Each feather became a part of the wind and he could finally breathe.
The other angel just looked deep into his eyes, knowing it was done. “You are free . . . . Gabriel.”
Darkness was never again seen in any corner of the world, except for in the shadows of the angel’s heart.
Remaining Prompts:
On the Twelfth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Twelve Men on a Jury.
Cheers!
~Sel^.+
On the Tenth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Ten Warm Brains.
On the Ninth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Nine Broken Snow Globes.
On the Eight Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Eight Solemn Prayers.
On the Seventh Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Seven Pieces of Pie.
On the Sixth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Six Cheerleaders Dancing.
On the Fifth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - a Cell on Level Five.
On the Fourth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Four Sirens Blaring.
On the Third Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Three Books.
On the Second Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Two Men with Guns.
On the First Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - a Shiny New Power.
Title: Only Angels Have Wings
Character: Sylar and Gabriel
Author: eriksselest
Word count: 350
Rating: PG
Prompts: 12 Days of Sylar for heroes_sylar - On the Eleventh Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Eleven Angel Feathers.
Type: Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters.
The waves crashed against the sandy beach as both the light and dark angels looked out onto the sunset. A makeshift Christmas tree had been fashioned out of a palm tree and bits of glittering paper mache behind them, occasionally dropping a slip of paper from its trunk and floating effortlessly on the wind past their faces. They were all that was left in this tiny world. Just two beings disjointed from a time long past.
Faint music could be heard on the wind. It was time. The chaos had finally been distilled. Babylon was no more. The one with the dark wings slowly stood as he regained his footing in the loose packing of the sand. The light winged one stared at him with dark eyes knowing that the time was finally present. He arose as well and joined hands with the other, leading him into the warm water. Seaweed would occasionally wrap around their ankles, garnering a slight smile from the dark winged one.
Slowly the light one submerged the other in the water. His wings were the last to enter the water; the pointed, feathery ends were barely under the surface as he broke through the surface of the water with a great force. The ripples carried out wide around him. The salty, ocean spray ghosted along the face of the other.
All of the darkness drained from the one angel’s body. From his clothes to his wings, each patch of black ran from him as if it was the ink that had written his life’s story and misdeeds throughout the millennia. His wings were momentarily glistening, pearlescent white and the dark pool around him passed to the bottom of the ocean. A smile passed across his face before the wings dismembered themselves. Each feather became a part of the wind and he could finally breathe.
The other angel just looked deep into his eyes, knowing it was done. “You are free . . . . Gabriel.”
Darkness was never again seen in any corner of the world, except for in the shadows of the angel’s heart.
Remaining Prompts:
On the Twelfth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me - Twelve Men on a Jury.
Cheers!
~Sel^.+