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Angel Love |
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Angel
Love *** |
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figure lay on the bed, asleep. A few tendrils of auburn
silk fell across her face. A few strands lightly brushed
her cheeks, slightly flushed from sleep, and came to rest
on her lashes. As I watched the hair fall against her
nose, I could almost see the golden eyes beneath. In my
mind, I saw the golden brown irises interspersed with
specks of blue and green. She shifted and her hair
feathered across her slightly parted lips. Those lips,
whose words were made of velvet. But those velvet words were not meant for me. It was not my hand running through that hair, pushing it from her face. It was not my hand caressing that soft cheek. Those eyes were not mine to gaze into, to search the soul laid bare before me. Those lips were not mine to savor, to taste, to kiss. Just as the heart beating in that chest had not been given to me. Friendship is constant in all things save in the office and affairs of love. To love a friend is a hell undefined. Still to love a friend who does not love you is a tempting sin that should not be yielded to. Many mortals are weak, their faith ever-changing. But angels, we were above such temptations. Pure and untouched, we know no sin. Or do we? I realized my hand was reaching to brush back her hair. No! I pulled it to my chest. She is yours to watch and protect. She sighed in her sleep; the hair resting on her lip fluttered with her breath. She sighed again, opening her eyes. She seemed almost troubled. "Angel?" Gabby whispered to me. "Yes, love?" I smiled. "How does an angel fall?" "If they sin, love. If they sin." I stood and began turned toward the window. "Angel?" Gabby clasped my hand. "Can an angel fall if they love a mortal?" Oh, no. She knows. "Why do you ask?" "I dreamed an angel kissed me." "Oh." "Can an angel fall if they love a mortal?" "I don't know, love. I don't' know." "Why do you call me 'love'?" I was silent, debating my answer. "Angel?" "It is a term of endearment. I use it for everyone." Liar! "I can stop if you wish." "No. I don't mind. I was just wondering." We were silent a few moments. "What would happen if you fell?" "I would no longer be your angel. Someone else would be your watcher, protector, and friend." "Don't ever let that happen, Angel. Please don't." "I shall endeavor not to." She pulled her hand from mine then fell asleep at once. I walked to the window and gazed at a bright golden star. "Peter I need to speak with you," I called to the heavens. Suddenly, Peter stood beside me. He was tall like I, and wore a white robe, but there the similarities ended. His golden blonde hair flowed to his shoulders, its light competing with the stars. His fair skin also seemed to glow and radiate his kindness. His deep blue eyes shone with love and tenderness, and seemed to bore into me. I glanced down, ashamed of being caught staring at him, once again. I could see my fiery red hair lying against my tanned arm, both contrasting with the pale yellow sash at my waist, and well aware that my green eyes shone with embarrassment. Peter was beautiful and wise, and deserved to be the one all other angels went to for advice and help. "What is it?" he asked. "She wants to know what happens if an angel falls in love with a mortal," I explained. "Is it that she wishes to know, or that you wish to know?" Peter inquired. "Both," I murmured. He smiled; he seemed to be sad, yet happy at the same time. "If the angel does nothing, then nothing will happen. If the angel acts upon their feelings.I do not know." "Thank you. I shall tell her when she wakes." Peter disappeared, leaving no trace of his presence. I sat down beside the bed, watching over Gabriella's sleeping form. I suddenly found my lips on hers. I then realized the kiss was not simply one-sided. Gabby was awake and kissing me back. "I love you," I whispered as I pulled away. "Lucretia!" a deep voice echoed in the room as a man of medium build and height appeared at the foot of the bed. "Yes, Lord?" I replied, declining my head in respect. "You have sinned, as I expected, you being Lucifer's child, after all." "Love is not a sin." "It is a sin to love a mortal." "To love another person is to see the face of God." "You are definitely Lucifer's child. You, too, challenge me." "I did not challenge you. I questioned you. You say to love thy neighbor. You say to love thine enemy. You always said that love was the key to everything." "You have sinned. Now go to Hell with Lucifer!" "No! I won't leave Gabby to the uncaring angel you would place in my stead." "Then you will remain in this house without her." "No!" "Lord, why do you do his?" Gabriella asked from behind me. "The bible makes you sound like a loving god, but you're not. You're too eager to get rid of Angel. You're no better than the Aztec gods, demanding human sacrifices." "Angel?" The Lord mused. "So, Lucy, you never told her your name? So you did follow one of my rules." "You have no rules against love. In fact all of them say to love. So tell me why am I to be damned for loving her?" I demanded, my head held high. "Because you are a woman!" "So what? There is nothing wrong with homosexuality! Love is love, no matter what!" "Perhaps I should talk to your father!" "Which one?" I was fuming, and definitely not backing down now. "Excuse me?" "You heard what I said. Which one?" "You only have one father." "Wrong. I have two. Lucifer - he named me - and Gabriel - he gave birth to me." "Gabriel?" the Lord seemed surprised. "Yes, Gabriel," Gabe's voice said from behind me. His fair hand rested on my shoulder. "Why are you so afraid of homosexuals? You damned Lucifer for loving me. Although, I must give you a bit of credit, you made him so furious with you that he 'challenged your authority.' And now you damn Lucy for loving Gabriella, with the same disguised statement. I think it is time for the Angel of Death to blow his trumpet." With that, Gabe pulled his trumpet from his belt and softly blew it into the Lord's ear. Gabriella gasped and clasped my hand as the Lord collapsed into a pile of dust. "Ashes to ashes; dust to dust," Gabe murmured as the dust blew out the window. "From dust were ye made, unto dust shall ye return," a new voice said from the doorway. Gabe, Gabby and I turned to face the new-comer. He was tall and looked amazingly like me. Flame red hair hung to his tanned shoulders; his gown was white with yellow and red trim. His wings, though, were the amazing thing. They looked exactly like mine. Feathers of fire-hues seemed to blaze upon his back. "Lucifer!" Gabe smiled. Yes, this was definitely Lucifer, though he was not looking at Gabe, but at me, with a very faint smile on his lips. "Lucretia," he sighed. "You truly are a beauty." I blushed. "I prefer to be called Lucy, Father." He nodded and turned to Gabe. "It has been too long, my lovely." "Yes, sweet, it has." I watched as my fathers shared a chaste kiss of hope and love. When they parted, they turned back to Gabriella and I. Lucifer ran a hand over my hair and kissed my forehead. "Lucy.to have found you at last, only to loose you again." "You have not lost me, Father. I will always be your daughter." Lucifer turned to Gabriella. "Watch over her. Love her as I never had the chance to." "I will," she promised. Then Lucifer and Gabe flew out the window to set the heavens back in order. "I do love you, Angel - I mean, Lucy." "Angel is fine, Gabby. And I love you too." Then we kissed and when we pulled apart, I found we were at Peter's Golden Gate. I wrapped my arms around Gabby, spread my wings and carried her over the gate. ~ Finis. +
I know, very slanderous, and unreligious, but oh, well.
The "To have found you at last, only to loose you
again." Is a quote from Mask of Zorro. And of course
the two quotes from the Bible: "From dust were ye
made, unto dust shall ye return." And "Ashes to
ashes; dust to dust." And "To love another
person is to see the face of God" is from the
musical Les Misserables
I'm not sure if it's in the book or not. |
© Bridget O'Bannon 2005