Thread: ..:: Mɪsᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ Hᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ::.. [Mᴇʟᴇᴛʜʀᴏɴ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Thomas lay on his back, staring at the sky overhead. His blue eyes gazed upward towards the dusk-hued horizon, his mind empty of thoughts. His blonde hair drifted with the tall grass in the evening wind. He had only turned eighteen a couple weeks before. While many saw their eighteenth birthday as a day of excitement and joy, Thomas's birthday had passed by unnoticed. It had been a Saturday, so after sleeping in, he had crawled out of bed and seated himself at his laptop. A quiet day of hentai games and romantic visual novels followed, disturbed only when he went downstairs for dinner and a small cake his mother had bought him before her business trip abroad. It was nearly three in the morning when he began his evening ritual, crawling back into his disheveled covers. With one hand, he ran his fingers along the pillow clutched in his arms, as though brushing a lock of hair, before gently kissing it and holding it close. A bee buzzed overhead. Thomas breathed inward, before letting out a huff of air. The confused insect spun overhead before continuing on its way. The end of school was ahead. He had never thought much about life after graduation. He'd never had many friends, no great talent in science or math. Thomas had always assumed, from the first day in middle school, that he would find his true love. Someone beautiful, pure and inquisitive. They would meet, fall in love, marry, have children, and somewhere in between things would come together. With the end in sight in a couple months however...he wasn't so sure anymore. His hand--small for his age--reached into his pocket, removing a cell phone from his pocket. Thomas unlocked the device, before flicking to a page he kept pinned to his phone. A picture he had found in one of his dating games. A pale Japanese beauty in a school uniform gazed demurely back at the screen, long black hair framing her face. Beneath the woman was the name 'Ai'. He stared at it, as he had many times before, until he flicked to the next picture. She didn't have her uniform anymore, and was looking away shyly. A sudden rush of lust flooded him, alongside a poignant sense of loneliness. He was distracted from the moisture on the edge of his eyes by a faint light in the sky overhead. Thomas stood, the stiffness in his pants forgotten as he gazed up at it. What was it? A shooting star? The light only grew brighter and larger as it descended. before realizing it was landing somewhere nearby. Arms clad in the blue and red colors of his school uniform rose in front of his face, as if that would somehow protect him, until Thomas realized the blazing comet was passing over him. Blue eyes gazed up at the fire ball, squinting up at it. That was weird...he thought he could see... His thoughts were cut off as the flames crashed into the meadow ahead, the shock nearly knocking Thomas over backwards. His arms flailed in place as he struggled to keep his balance before he stared out at the crater in the meadow. He walked towards it, the grass and wildflowers brushing at his pants as he passed. He continued to walk until he came to the indentation, expecting perhaps to see a lump of molten metal, or perhaps a capsule from another planet. What truly awaited him was in itself far more surprising. A beautiful girl, with long red-tinged hair, clad in a white skirt and dress, which left him little need to imagine her smooth belly or impressive bust. But what was most shocking--moreso than even her uncharred skin or unburnt clothes--was a pair of brilliant white wings, which lay unfurled to either side of her. He looked down briefly at his phone. There was no cell reception out here, so he couldn't call for help. The lump in his throat was quietly subdued before he awkwardly stepped down into the warm exposed soil to either side of the beauty. Dead or merely stunned, he couldn't know for sure. A-are you alright? He extended his hand, hesitantly extending it towards her face. His eyes traced her cheek and chin, before continuing along her neck. With sudden alarm, he realized he was now staring at her breasts. A bright flush came to his face and he turned back to her face. His trembling fingers now hovered just above her mouth uncertainly, hoping to feel a breath of air from her sweet lips. He thought back to a first aid course he had taken in health class. He should probably check her neck for a pulse. The thought of touching that pure skin sent another shuddering chill up his spine. His face and torso suddenly felt far hotter than they did before. Slowly his hand lowered towards her neck, the schoolboy half praying she woke up before he could reach her. And half praying she didn't.