Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

We've got to go get those girls Azrael. This was the third time the other had said this, rubbing her head gently with closed eyes. They knew exactly what was going on, and this woman in particular knew exactly what was happening. She knew who was taking them, but not what for and what had happened to them. Eyes the color of fresh honey and moving upward toward the painted ceiling, her eyes followed each and every scroll along the mural painted by a fellow angel, of one of God's stories. Beautiful, just like everything else here. The warm water moving around her skin, her head sank just a bit lower into the water, she floated calmly in the large circle of a bathtub, her eyes venturing over to the fellow female angel who stood at the door. Samaire's been gone for three days, and who knows if she's told any of the things she's found out, The girl hadn't even been giving her first blessing from the Creator yet. Turning her head back to the ceiling, her smooth curves enjoying the relaxation she was trying her hardest to hold on to. Hazael. Please, go. This was the only way the blonde could see her telling the other to shut up without actually saying so, hands waving gracefully through the water as she again found her eyes staring at the painting above. The sound of fluttering wings and footsteps left her with a faint sigh, her own pair of wings wet beneath her in the water, if one were to be staring down at this beautiful creature, they would say that she was the real portrait here, the real creature deserving a painting. Cassiel. Her murmur was delicate, closing her eyes at the sight of the dark winged horse within the picture, she felt herself sink faintly, letting such a thing happen as her body submerged beneath the warm water. Of course it was a deadly thing to think that the other currently held her messenger in her grasp, her hard headed, young messenger who had only recently entered their world. And only entering their world to wind up being captured, it caused her to raise her head from the water and return to a sitting position. Smoothing golden locks back and out of her face, her feet guided her in graceful steps from the warmth, the room empty of all but herself, her wings fluttered out behind her, shaking out and extending to greet the sunlight that poured in around her. Turning to look out the open balcony from several feet away, her wings began to cover her as she took the few steps to reach the railing, scanning the clear skies and finding the sudden cease of that almost heart wrenching. She had gone there alone. Driven herself down into the depths, without knowing what she was getting into. The girl may as well have been a pawn for a trap. Stupid girl. She murmured, turning from her own fate, there was only one thing she could do now, curves swaying with each tip toed step, having always had a habit for standing on the balls of her feet. It took only a few moments for her to get dressed, the white dress with simple slits on either side of her legs, giving faint glimpses each time a step was taken. Golden sandals strapped up her legs, her now dry hair pooled behind her and away from her face, wings shuttering again out of a natural twitch, completely dry and almost fluorescent in their white color. A set of glimmering earcuffs placed on either of her ears, the blonde was truly a sight to behold, even more so as she stepped from her quarters, sheathing a sword against her side with the assistance of a gold ringed belt. This was a war. She knew just as the rest of the angels did, and as did God and Lucifer. These were times of fighting and violence among kingdoms that mortals only dreamt of. And despite such, these beings had managed to at least keep such violence away from their holy atmosphere, for now. Within a short amount of time, the woman was joined by a set of four other angels, each of them men for the sake of not wanting to lose another young woman. You don't have to do this Azrael, Said one of them, almost uncomfortable with seeing the woman ready for a potential battle, her legs now settling on either side of the white winged horse. A hand gently running over the neck of the creature with wings such as her own, her eyes again stared forward as she responded to his words, I must, Ezekiel. There was something in her tone that knew there was a risk in this, knew there was a risk in leaving God's hands, to walk into territory of another species, the creatures who had so betrayed the one who had loved and cherished them from the start. And he still did, which was where Lucifer found God's heavy heart to be a prize. If not for that girl, then for the others. With that, came the faint sound of wings fluttering, as each of them took off in flight toward the line of darkness. Azrael knew she was putting herself directly in harm's way, but she certainly wouldn't go down without a fight. No, she hadn't gotten to where she was now by simply lying down. Hold on young one. - - - Azrael, please , She pleaded again, to no one but herself and apparently the woman watching her, legs curled up close to her body. The young thing hadn't expected any of this upon her arrival, regretting ever deciding that she would come here on her own. Where was Azrael? Shouldn't they have all come for her by now, come to save her and rip these chains off of her wrists and save her? If her body didn't feel so weak, maybe she could have saved herself by now. Shivering faintly as the draft shifted in, the door opening and the woman who had originally been watching her, captured her, and was now taunting her. The tears had long since fallen onto her pretty face, inhaling sharply when she toyed with her being a 'bold warrior'. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she felt her wings instinctively try to wrap around her, though another shutter of fear reached her skin. Goosebumps sliding over her frame, her dark eyes watched the expression on this sinister woman's face. P- please don't hurt me. It was a pitiful cry, almost as pitiful as her crying for help. If she knew that Azrael actually was coming, Samaire might not be the pitiful mess she was on the floor. She might actually feel like the strong warrior she was all along. Or, rather, thought she was.