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Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

A lifeless hand waved between them, warding off her attempts to offer him recompense. The poor girl was ignorant as to the debt he carried to her, that bone-deep guilt that seared his undying mind with a bitterly cold inferno. As I said, his gripping tone refuted, it is the least I can do. Again those lips twisted upwards in a hollow smile, the feeling to the expression coming from a half-complete understanding on the nature of these things, rather than from his dead, empty heart which knew only the aching absence of his Creator, and the hunger. You need not be concerned with repaying me, Miranda. He spoke her name, though it had never been freely given, and continued past her with the parting words of Go with God. As she might have turned to follow, however, he was gone much as he had appeared the man whose attire belonged at a funeral vanished as a ghost. Of course, he never truly left her he had not for three years, and would not until he had truly made amends for his misdeeds. The once-Angel stood aside, part of her shadow as the young woman continued through her day, resting at her home after changing clothes before leaving once more to attend her job, this time making certain before she left that her money was with her. The angel's head tilted in mild amusement at the action did she perhaps feel flustered over his assistance even so many hours afterwards? Humans were certainly fascinatingly diverse creatures most of her kind would not have given it a second thought. He accompanied her, silent and unseen, throughout that day as he had many others. She went to her workplace and partook of her routine, exchanging pleasantries with her fellow mortals and working in her arrogant blindness to his presence. Had he wished her harm, she would be easy pickings for his ravenous need. But that was precisely the opposite of the purpose he'd given himself, the reason he took up to exist. That small piece of land to which he clung, eternally weathering the storm of emptiness within him. For hours he watched her as he always had, unbeknownst to her, silently gazing with his golden, sinful eyes upon her every motion, obsessed with never missing so much as a single beat of her heart. Then, when the time came as it always had, she left, bidding her farewells and walking out into the night illuminated by the full, rust-red moon and occasionally by the headlights of a passing vehicle. It was one such which caught his unwavering attention, drawing it from the centerpiece of his world for just long enough to notice the erratic, gentle sway in its trajectory. The world before him unfolded, revealing the path it sought to take, and he denied it such as the car with its intoxicated attendant swerved upon the side of the road and promised her an early grave, the ashen-toned man appeared once more at Miranda's side, taking her up in his arms and bringing her in a single bound to safety beyond the path of danger. Her fate so altered, he set his charge once more upon her feet and looked over her form. Are you alright? he asked in that voice of majesty, Anything hurt?
Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

Her grip as she leant on him was warm, the somberly-suited man standing resolute as Mira steadied herself against him. Those hollow, golden eyes stared at the passing car, and suddenly he knew wrath, anger boiling up within him and exploding, silent and invisible, from his gaze the vehicle hitched, screeching horrendously as the tires warped and pitched the whole contraption onto its head. The man within was crushed, his sinful life ending instantly as his precious car's roof flattened 'neath the combined force of the impact and the wretched creature's fury. In but a breath, it was done, and those eyes like lightless suns turned towards the woman on his arm. I am no one, he stated flatly, expression blank, at least not anymore. Just another sinner seeking atonement. He divested himself of the pressed coat he wore, draping it over the girl's shoulders and taking her hand. Come, I shall accompany you to your home. Today seems to be marked for your misfortune, and I wish to help you avoid more. The man pulled her along a handful of steps, then fell into step alongside her, his long legs with their polished shoes taking short, slow strides so that she could go her own pace. Perhaps you, too, have done something to earn the displeasure of the Lord. You certainly seem in need of a guardian angel.
Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

Her embittered diatribe washed over him, and with it came that familiar, haunting agony of wrongs yet to be amended. The scent of fresh meat came to his mind, the sensation of raw flesh and blood sliding down his throat vivid in his memory and making him want to gag. That ever-present hunger, ravenous and insatiable, clawed its way to the forefront of the man's mind. One of his pale, slender hands touched the brim of his hat, tugging down on it awkwardly to hide his expression while those twin topaz eyes screwed shut as the fallen inwardly screamed at his accursed and relentless desire to feed. It was only after a long and tense moment that he was able to reclaim that semblance of control, the beast caged but far from tamed, a constant struggle to resist that craving for what he had lost. That moment passed, and her tightened grip on his subtly-trembling hand brought him back to the present world. A tongue, as ghostly and lifeless as the rest of him seemed to be, darted out past his dried lips, giving him that moment's reprieve needed to collect himself before he dared speak. I... I am sorry, for your loss. He said, his voice shaken despite his efforts to the contrary. The look on her face that night, the devastated expression of someone whose entire world had begun to crumble, flickered through his mind. It was an expression he could understand, one he had an intimate familiarity with it was the same expression he had worn when his Creator had sent him hurtling towards this world in a blaze of furious judgement. And you need not thank me. As I said before, I am no one of importance. Now, let us begone from here I feel a rain coming, and it would be best for you to be in bed by then. He smiled. It was a small smile, bitter and empty. It didn't touch those lightless eyes which stared out from under the small brim of his trilby. But it was a smile nonetheless, as he tugged at her hand and resumed their little stroll along the road. Eventually, after passing the walk in silence, the pair found themselves at her doorstep, the man stopping at the threshold and gesturing towards the handle for her. It is often said that the Lord works in mysterious ways... and while I contest the veracity of that, it was certainly a miracle that I found myself leaving that club when I did. Taking his coat back as she opened the door, he began to depart with a polite farewell. I wish you good night, Miranda. I shall keep you in my prayers, that our Father may turn his favor upon you after these events.
Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

The truth was that Mira had stopped believing in God the moment her parents were brutally wrenched away from her life. Their abrupt departure just as her own life was starting to reach its peak...it had been enough to plummet her deep into the darkest depths of despair. All her dreams had been taken away, just out of reach. She'd become the laughing stock of her dance school, the charity case that the dance teachers pitied. How she'd hated the smothering, the selfish attempts they made to avoid appearing as cold as they truly were. She'd been 18, ready to embark on life, pursue her passions. Where were her teachers and their sympathy once the semester ended? They'd all but pulled away, their support totally gone. As it was, the lead roles had been taken away and given to others. She'd been unable to afford the costumes and they were supposedly doing her a favor by letting her finish out the year. All of it...lies! Those whispers still haunted her three years later. Even when she danced the clubs. No, especially when she danced the clubs. Thanks, Mira muttered, a hand absently moving toward her hair, dark and rich. As the dim light from outside her door shone down, a glint of red shimmered throughout her lush tresses. She let one of her fingers twirl her hair, the tip slowly becoming purple with the small action. She looked up at her mystery man, her hero...whatever and whoever he was. There was something going on with him. That much she was sure of. Why did he constantly deflect away from himself? It seemed...odd. Did he rather she just left him alone? As she watched him adjust his hat, she knew there was no way that she could. Not if he was near. Mira blushed just then, unsure why she was reacting so strongly. Then again, he'd just saved her from most certain death. There had to be some kind of connection between them because of that. Didn't there? Oh, she hardly knew and a part of herself hardly cared. She let her pale eyes settle upon his face. Those eyes! They beckoned. But they seemed so sad, so... She wasn't sure what she was looking for exactly. But Mira could tell that this strange man was bearing burdens, something that tore the soul. A shiver crept along her skin and her body shuddered. His words about prayer still ringing in her ears. Wait! Mira cried. Wait! For some reason, she didn't want to be alone. Her brush with death brought images of her parents to the forefront, pressing on her mind and opening wounds she'd thought healed. Please,' she went on. Come in. It was an offer, an invitation. She wanted her hero, her savior to stay if even just for a little while. His sad eyes tugged at her heart, the pang of pain ripping through her the longer she stared into the amber-colored eyes. I...I can make you some tea, she offered, her pretty face suddenly turned down with her eye fixed upon the pavement below. She felt so exposed just then, vulnerable. Trembling, she let her gaze move to the nameless man. It...it's peppermint. Her lips turned up into a small, hopeful smile and, slowly, she opened the door and began to back into her very modest home.
Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

Guilt. He didn't deserve her concern, her hospitality. Not after what he'd done to her. So why was she offering? Certainly he had saved her from inconvenience and later from death, but that was simply part of his penance. She didn't know that, of course better at this stage that she not know her saviour was the only reason her life was so miserable to begin with. Had he not fallen, had he not surrendered to the hunger that night, had he not chosen her parents' house, even if he had simply slain her rather than fled, she would not be in this pitiable situation stuck at rock bottom with no way out. The thought that killing her might have been the more merciful option ate at the fallen, and with his back turned to her he once more grit his teeth, this time in more self-inflicted agony than in an attempt to reestablish self-control. Remorse. But there was weakness in her voice, then. A vulnerability, a need to feel safe and protected. Her guardian angels had abandoned her long ago, as they had the rest of mankind when God turned his gaze away from what he saw as children whom had failed him. What kind of protector would he be if he seemingly abandoned her now? He was many things, a sinner, a failure, a monster... but he refused to make himself into a liar or a hypocrite. He'd damned himself enough already. Pain. Guilt, remorse and pain. The road to absolution was wreathed in flames and paved in broken glass, but it was a road he needed to walk. He gave himself no choice but to walk it. And if that road lead him into her home when she pleaded for him to stay... Then so be it, thought he, as his eyes opened and his expression flattened before turning around and smiling another hollow, awkward smile. If you insist, the stranger said in that bewitching voice, then I have no good reason to refuse. He was already intimately familiar with the interior of her abode, of course, having shadowed her through it for her entire adult life. It wasn't the most extravagant thing, but it was home to her for the time being and that was, to some, good enough. They stepped over the threshold, the first time she was aware of his doing so, and the man divested himself of his coat and hat to reveal a collared button-up shirt every bit as somber and dreary as the rest of his attire. They were plain clothes, drab and looking as though they would be perfectly at home in a funeral being worn by a mourner. In a way, the man with faded golden tresses and lightless topaz eyes to contrast his ashen-gray skin was a mourner, eternally suffering over a loss he could never undo. He had, after a fashion, lost someone dear to him in a permanent manner, his Father and brothers all disconnected from him now as he had been thrown to the earth with disgusted contempt befitting a broken toy or prodigal son. That was all fallen angels were, in the end defective playthings. Such musings drew out an embittered chuckle as he waited for her to offer a seat while she made tea. There was a God, oh yes, but the man knew God to be cruel in his own way when one performed the simple task that was inciting His displeasure.
Thread: Oh Ye Of Little Faith (darkangel76 & Erit of Eastcris)

Please, have a seat, Mira offered, gesturing toward the little green couch pushed up against the wall. The armrest had a small tear, but it was all she had. At least she knew the thing was comfortable. Mira set down her bag and slipped off her jacket. The moment her bare arms felt the cool caress of air, tiny goose bumps formed along them. She glanced down, her attire suddenly making her shy. She was barely dressed, the chosen fashion for the club she worked. Most respectable people would probably think her a whore, though that was far from the truth. Her boss had made passes and she shut that down every time. Had her parents been alive, she'd have quit already! Hell, had her parents been alive, she wouldn't be working at the sleazy place to begin with. I...I'll start the kettle, Mira said. She rubbed at her arms, her clothing making her feel too exposed as it clung to her body, revealing far too much now that she'd removed her coat. The tiny top did nothing to hide the fact that she had suddenly felt cold and the skirt was barely covering her thighs. She looked frightful, not like the dancer she hoped to become. Once the kettle was set with fresh water, her face grew warm and she glanced over at the nameless man. I...I'll be just a moment, I... she looked sheepish, embarrassed. She had no idea how this man was still here. I need to change. Mira heard her voice squeak slightly just before she turned to head into her room to change. She looked in her closet, trying to quickly decide what was best. Oh, nothing was! She then glanced at the pajamas thrown into a heap on the floor. She smiled and bent over to pick them up. They weren't anything fancy, just a pair of blue lounge pants covered with a snowflake print and an ordinary t-shirt. It would do perfectly. Without another thought, Mira peeled off the clingy fabrics that hugged her body. They found their new home on the floor. Once changed, she quickly cleaned her face and brought a brush through her long, dark hair. She was pulling it back into a ponytail as she meandered back to where her guest had been waiting. A part of her worried that he might have left, high tailed it out while he still could. She wouldn't blame him if he did. As it was, it was clear enough that he wanted some distance. After all, she still didn't know his name. Mira sighed, her insides twisting with worry as she left her room. Quietly, she shut her bedroom door and padded back to the kitchenette where the water in the kettle had already started to boil.
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