I want to write about an angel, but I'm not sure how. I want to find him with scorch marks black down his back in two lines and I want to find him in bed, breaking my heart with another woman, but I want to understand that it's what angels do, they can't help themselves. They leave the house and fall in love.
He smiles and shrugs and says, "Everywhere is safe as everywhere else." And she supposes that he knows.
Back at her home, they undress each other with the tentative air of virgins. Once naked, his sex is still obscured by a blur. When she touches it, it's almost as though it were reconfiguring itself beneath her fingers. Becoming perfect for her--what she wants to touch, what she wants to feel--as if to match the rest of him.
It's almost like the pixellation that she has seen before on adult anime cartoons, and she says so aloud. He pauses as he processes this--a sliver of the Almighty pulling down some of the knowledge everything is composed of--and smiles again, finally coming back to himself. "Yes," he says, "I suppose it is a lot like that. And I...believe that to be funny."
And as she laughs with him, she thinks that if she can only keep him here. Keep him here always. Then all of that perfection could be hers and hers alone.
Well, this is the third appearance of who I've taken to calling "The Unlinked Man." One of, I believe, two recurring characters that originated in here. There's a reason why he became unlinked, though he hasn't told me all about it yet. So you'll see more of him.
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He smiles and stretches, and even the cracking of his vertebrae is musical. "Still there. Always there."
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The street is empty and she notes his scraped knees with worry. "You should come back with me, it's not safe here."
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Back at her home, they undress each other with the tentative air of virgins. Once naked, his sex is still obscured by a blur. When she touches it, it's almost as though it were reconfiguring itself beneath her fingers. Becoming perfect for her--what she wants to touch, what she wants to feel--as if to match the rest of him.
It's almost like the pixellation that she has seen before on adult anime cartoons, and she says so aloud. He pauses as he processes this--a sliver of the Almighty pulling down some of the knowledge everything is composed of--and smiles again, finally coming back to himself. "Yes," he says, "I suppose it is a lot like that. And I...believe that to be funny."
And as she laughs with him, she thinks that if she can only keep him here. Keep him here always. Then all of that perfection could be hers and hers alone.
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