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| Twists of Fate |
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| I�d never had a dream come true, Before the day that I met you. So why now does it seem too late? Why did I deserve this twist of fate? |
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| ;; i just can't fly with these broken wings ;; ;; while you're the cause of my twisted dreams ;; |
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| Celene.. or Celien as some knew her, was an /\ngel. Or rather, the delicate femme was a Guardian Angel of sorts, never moving further up the hierarchy then such. Her days were filled with patient thought, guiding those who turned to the mythical for counsel and advice in their decadent lives beneath. Indeed, more often then most of the \\'inged, she walked among them, spreading an almost child like wonder among the masses and continually interplaying the intricacies of human emotion for the benefit of those involved. Her way with words was sharp and sure, and she was rarely without her wits firmly about her. So none ever bothered to comment on the silvery sheen of her wings, almost opalescent. It was odd and out of place, but it's beauty could be nothing but perfection itself. So none pored over the fact that oil slicks had rainbows in them too.. and that the most beautiful of sun sets ever to be seen was viewed through smog infested skies, with chemicals creating unnatural - gorgeous - displays of color. That the most beautiful flower holds the most deadly poison.. and you never even know until you've been pricked by it's thorn. She'd been sitting in the rafters of a tavern, laughing and talking with the tender when 'He' came in. Hues shifted toward the door was it swung inward, lips still curved in an easy smile from the recent bout of jests, and thoughtful violet shards paused in their usually passing, transitory glance. The male's hair was a rusty gold-brown, yet almost black at the roots. The murky light from the tavern lamps that hit the feathery strands ignited the tips, which shifted and moved like the licking flaymes of a fire. His gaze was an unending abyss of azure, shifting glacier pools that could still the strike of a snake, and make the cunning reptile wonder at it's foolishness. He looked about nineteen, and moved with a candor of grace that would make the stalking tiger cringe with envy. But there was something inside him.. a light that brimmed just beyond reach. And in it's way, a soft-spoken darkness. Hues were captured by intrigue, shifting to watch his progress toward the bar. Celien had seen her share of the world's Adonis look-alikes, males that would make most femmes melt into a puddle at their feet for looks and suave sensuality. And had she not been what she was, Cel would likely have been one such femme. But there was little such males could offer her, and when they cooed about bringing down the stars to give, she was always prepared with her own little remark about she being the one who put them -up- there in the first place. And yet, while there was nothing glaringly gorgeous about the male [it was that roguish, devil-may-care smile and confidence.. handsome but not overbearing. Not some pretty boy.. this one actually seemed -intelligent-..] Celene found herself staring. Josh [the tender..] glanced between the two for a moment or so before yanking gently on the femme's dangling ankle to regain her attention. "That's Nick.. one o' the boys that ole' Carnedge hired as a body guard th' other week. Ye know'im?" "No.." she murmured beneath her breath, still staring. "Introduce me." She didn't order him, but it was a common occurrence for Celene to ask, and then receive, whatever she desired. She had grown so used to it that she rarely took notice. Josh gestured to the young male who, with a murmured apology to the two girls at his elbow, proceeded over. The introductions were given, and the usual look of male-based appreciation that all seemed to give without enticing a reaction instead coaxed a slight blush to pale cheeks, all the more obvious when set against the silver backdrop of tresses. And then he was speaking, and she drank up the tone of his voice like nectar. "I'm Nick.. and it's a pleasure, Celene." "Celien." Everyone looked at her. She swallowed. What /\bove and |3elow had possessed her to give out her /\ngelic name? She could feel the stirrings of a bristle in opalescent pinions, and folded them all the more tightly. "Celien.." she repeated again.. "and the pleasure's all mine." Goddess, and now her voice was shaking. Her hand extended automatically, slim digits curling with his.. It was as though an electric current had run through her form, barriers crumpling in it's wake as it tore down impermeable defenses without second thought. Hues widened in shock, her only consolation as milky pinions fluffed to a dangerous bristle being that he seemed as off guard and startled as she. She could feel the edge of his thoughts, as though her empathy and his had entangled.. and the odd sensation she was falling into light.. Instinct, however, won out over wonder for a fraction in time, and she pulled away as though her hand had been bitten instead of shaken. The male looked slightly dazed and.. hurt?.. Celene shook her head slightly, suddenly feeling extremely claustrophobic in the dense atmosphere of the tavern. Pinions vanished as she retracted them into her back, allowing for freedom of movement among the hoards within the tavern as she ducked outside. Flinching and freezing as.. -that- ..voice called out. "Wait!" Digits clenched at her sides in confusion, suddenly feeling very lost..and very alone. "What?" She queried over her shoulder, not turning around. She didn't want to look at him.. "What.. what was that?" He questioned uneasily, a hand raised to the back of his head with a mild frown, steps continuing their silent approach before digits settled upon her shoulder. And again.. it was like a charged contact igniting beneath his fingers, a silver cord drawing the two closer together. He didn't pull away this time, ...but she did. Shock and indignance were writ across perfection's features as wings swept forth once more in all their glory, the pinions acting as a buffer from his touch. Icy shards of watered down violet narrowed, and she watched as the male recoiled. He was intelligent at least.. no sane person would dare touch an angel when she looked at them like she now did.. but he didn't leave, still eying her silently. She shifted her weight from one foot to the next beneath his gaze, scowling gently. She knew what that had been.. knew even as she felt it's pull once more, seeing the confusion in his gaze. She was supposed to comfort him whenever he looked like that.. and.. Nick had watched her in mild confusion, but the sudden look upon the femme's sweet features of dismayed understanding moved him forward once more, digits closing about her shoulders as he drew her to him. It was like being struck by lightning. Nick felt a current running through his body, but it was his mind that was most affected. I know you! It was as if he had been standing in a dark landscape, lost and blind, when suddenly a brilliant flash illuminated everything, allowing him to see farther then he'd ever seen before. She was trembling violently, pitching forward even as he fell toward her. Electricity was running through every nerve in his body, and his mind was overcome with waves of the purest emotion he'd ever felt. Fury. Where have you been? He got out in a choked gasp, his words never leaving his lips. Yet they echoed with the force of his anger across the void that left the two standing in their minds, facing one another. You were supposed to be with me for so long! You're -part- of me, the part I've always vaguely missed. You were supposed to be around, helping out, picking me up when I fell down. Watching my back, listening to my stories, letting me protect you. Understanding things that I wouldn't want to tell other people. Loving me when I'm stupid. Giving -me- something to take care of and be good to. Nick..! It was the closest thing to a mental gasp he could imagine, and with it he realized that somehow they were directly connected now. She could hear his thoughts, just as he could hear hers. You were my flying companion! My playmate! You were my other half of the mysteries! We were supposed to be sacred to one another, and you haven't been there! This last thought he sent straight toward her, and he felt it hit her square on, felt her reaction. I can't! She was horrified - -guilt stricken. And she was trembling. He could feel her shaking in his arms, as though her worst fear was staring her in the face. Was there anything angels had to be afraid of? He pulled away long enough to look at her, digits curling about her chin and lifting her gaze. "What.. is this? Why not?" He couldn't grasp, as the fury faded, why he was so mad with her. Couldn't remember what made him say those things. It had been as though a voice inside him had taken over.. one that understood far more then he did. Nick's words struck a hard blow, and ice violet shards were glazed over as they rose to meet his. Goddess, she could -drown- in a gaze like that.. but his demands shattered her reverie, her voice soft. She spoke aloud this time, suddenly realizing how much expression and understanding was lost by physical speech. And her words hit like stones, their weight impossible for either to bear. "Because we're soulmates.. and I'm an angel." He was her buffer, her playmate, her love, her comfort.. he was supposed to always be there to pick her up when she fell, to love and be loved through the ages that passed. He was her soulmate.. and angels were forbidden from relations with mortals... |