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All that existed between the creases of the infinite realities surrounding them, in the rippled folds of old and new, ceased when virgin wings of ivory snow veiled her in a mist of soft clouds. Thin threads of wisped smoke glided about her and when emerald eyes of motherly compassion looked beyond to find pieces of spherical dust dancing about her sheltered form, brought about by Gabriel's omnipresent nature, a sense of absolute belonging warmed her. Guarded by more than just the divine and undeniable power that flowed from his form, and pulsated through the realm and beneath her feet like an erupting volcano, he had let something slip between the cracks of his unrivalled visage. Or perhaps it was a creation of Imperfect's own selfish desires, a figment of her own imagination - a dangerous step into a much darker reality that she envisioned for herself and the archangel for the inevitable future to come.
Arching her spine and tilting her head back left her floating in a gilded stream of endless beginnings and endings, of new incomparable sensations that shook and trembled the very fog cocooning her as she stared, perplexed when she was met with the true form of Gabriel. He towered above her dainty and petite form like a grand fort but she was blind to his stature, the sheer luminescence cast from the serene depths of cerulean eyes enough to steal her sight. Appearing as distant as the sky and as mystifying as the moon. In that icy glare, Imperfect felt a plethora of emotions - those same emotions seemed to morph and shift around her in a light iridescent lustre, each one passing by each other like proverbial vessels of the night.
Despite being cloaked by his holy divinity and his immortal cosmic energy - so much closer to his father's heavenly grace than she had been in eons, Imperfect's own energy of inky and leaden shadow glimmer about her figure and in that simple point of connection between their hands - his like a phantasma and hers floating adrift with old and ancient edict - meet in a battle of light and dark. It had been centuries since she had abandoned her own prowess for the fear of being pulled back to the inferno of hell - lingering on the edge of a weapon that had both devoured, destroyed, and swept cities, but had also crafted and built empires. The danger seeped into her bones and calcified until all that remained was the fragment of a splintered substance and she hung in the air like a flickering penumbra of mortal desires and whims. Of the urges that had cast her away from heaven and forced her to pay the price by being stripped of dignity and honour alike. But, what had truly broken her and sent her over the steep edge, was the absence of light.
Gabriel had presented her, with little to no effort, that light she had terribly yearned for. Imperfect had forgotten what it felt like to consume the very essence of light and as she devoured the aqueous rainbow surrounding her, something phenomenal happened. The tips of her inky wings altered to a chalky white. With the inconceivable change, Imperfect felt a shudder course through her spine as she solidified once more, finally breaking her gaze from Gabriel to look at what had happened, so elated, it shoved her into a state of euphoria. She felt free, for the first time, in a long. . . long . . time. Like a feather levitating in galaxies and starlight, the emotion poured from her and pulsated through the thick, dense air surrounding her.
But just a moment later . . .
Like a monster waiting in the shadows, guilt stretched its claws and clutched at the happiness that swayed about her form, snatching it away just as quickly as it had appeared. Thoughts of her first husband flooded her brain and all the staggering emotions she had felt when, after three years, she had come back to find that he had moved on to another. How it had shattered her, how she would never admit that it had paled to the three years of torture she had endured. And then, an image of Azriel, in the far distance, lingered at the edge of her reverie. Of the same torture, she would inflict on him if she were to arrive in the open skies they branded, home, with Gabriel by her side.
Gabriel, who had managed to brush a healing stroke over all the bruises of old and past, the ones beneath skin and bone. The angel, who had manifested fear and happiness, guilt and ecstasy in the same conflicting breath. The one who would protect her and Isis against an omen she could neither comprehend, nor save her daughter from. He offered her what she needed without a shadow of a doubt, and what she wanted above anything else - a limitless beyond. The mortal part of her, the one separate and fallen - craved for his protection, and much more. The spectrum of guilt for her husband didn't stop the ravenous hunger she had for what Gabriel offered in that single union between their two touching hands.
"We are here . . . Imperfect."
The words fell on her like boulders, and as anxious as she was, his presence tore through the barrier of nerves and instilled in her, a calm tranquil warmth. The open skies - home to the angels who had fallen and had no sense of direction in the mortal world to guide them, was effortlessly beautiful. A world that levitated in the billowing softness of the clouds; Imperfect looked forth into skies of sapphire, draping them in a crystalline glow and inhaled deeply, letting the breath out in one soft, and quick movement of her chest. She stepped forward into the froth of a cloud, enamoured by the sheer beauty of her home, and glanced about the horizon as the sky began to shift into a relentless swirl of roses, corals, and lavender, the colours merely a welcome back, and with every step she took, they followed her.
Beyond the clouds and vast expanse of the endless sky, lay Imperfect's home - an ivory tower that stood strong and regal in the center of it all. For most of her existence, she had always travelled, moving between realms and different universes, never settling in one place for too long but the responsibilities of motherhood had grounded her. She had sought to build a home for her children and to be present in their lives - to witness their growth and to build fond memories so when one day, she did cease to exist - a fear she had bottled for the main part of her life - that they would keep a piece of her with them. Imperfect was not the angel she was years ago and had spent a long time earning herself the title she owned now - having restored peace in an infinite amount of worlds, she knew more than any other being, the importance of solitude, and seclusion.
Why then, she so willingly walked into her life, with Gabriel beside her, as both a shield and a vessel of courage, completely paralysed her. She knew the feelings she nurtured, within such a brief amount of time and with such minimum contact, for the angel, were not only unheard of but sinful. The fear of confirming the gospel truth consumed her until it was palpable in the air, suffocating her and when she inched forward once more, she tried to escape its veracity but found no luck in that endeavor. They clung to her with the light of a thousand stars and she abandoned morals and all things sacred for but a single taste of a moment with Gabriel. A heavy sigh lifted her chest, her hand clinging to her neck as slender fingers wrapped around cold skin.
She wondered, in that brief moment between the whimsical endeavors of her own machinations, if he would feel her devotion to him - her unwillingness to step too far from him, to remain in close proximity for the fear of losing him to a great abyss. For the fear of not finding him. But his promise echoed in her ears, strong and sincere, and swatted the doubts that had pushed her to the edge of yet another cloud, further away from him, into a locked vault. They were unsubstantial, compared to him and she was comforted by that mere fact alone. Just as she planned to turn and look upon him once more, a mirage of swishing winds burst through one of the clouds, and she was left breathless and unable to move to him.
Arching her spine and tilting her head back left her floating in a gilded stream of endless beginnings and endings, of new incomparable sensations that shook and trembled the very fog cocooning her as she stared, perplexed when she was met with the true form of Gabriel. He towered above her dainty and petite form like a grand fort but she was blind to his stature, the sheer luminescence cast from the serene depths of cerulean eyes enough to steal her sight. Appearing as distant as the sky and as mystifying as the moon. In that icy glare, Imperfect felt a plethora of emotions - those same emotions seemed to morph and shift around her in a light iridescent lustre, each one passing by each other like proverbial vessels of the night.
Despite being cloaked by his holy divinity and his immortal cosmic energy - so much closer to his father's heavenly grace than she had been in eons, Imperfect's own energy of inky and leaden shadow glimmer about her figure and in that simple point of connection between their hands - his like a phantasma and hers floating adrift with old and ancient edict - meet in a battle of light and dark. It had been centuries since she had abandoned her own prowess for the fear of being pulled back to the inferno of hell - lingering on the edge of a weapon that had both devoured, destroyed, and swept cities, but had also crafted and built empires. The danger seeped into her bones and calcified until all that remained was the fragment of a splintered substance and she hung in the air like a flickering penumbra of mortal desires and whims. Of the urges that had cast her away from heaven and forced her to pay the price by being stripped of dignity and honour alike. But, what had truly broken her and sent her over the steep edge, was the absence of light.
Gabriel had presented her, with little to no effort, that light she had terribly yearned for. Imperfect had forgotten what it felt like to consume the very essence of light and as she devoured the aqueous rainbow surrounding her, something phenomenal happened. The tips of her inky wings altered to a chalky white. With the inconceivable change, Imperfect felt a shudder course through her spine as she solidified once more, finally breaking her gaze from Gabriel to look at what had happened, so elated, it shoved her into a state of euphoria. She felt free, for the first time, in a long. . . long . . time. Like a feather levitating in galaxies and starlight, the emotion poured from her and pulsated through the thick, dense air surrounding her.
But just a moment later . . .
Like a monster waiting in the shadows, guilt stretched its claws and clutched at the happiness that swayed about her form, snatching it away just as quickly as it had appeared. Thoughts of her first husband flooded her brain and all the staggering emotions she had felt when, after three years, she had come back to find that he had moved on to another. How it had shattered her, how she would never admit that it had paled to the three years of torture she had endured. And then, an image of Azriel, in the far distance, lingered at the edge of her reverie. Of the same torture, she would inflict on him if she were to arrive in the open skies they branded, home, with Gabriel by her side.
Gabriel, who had managed to brush a healing stroke over all the bruises of old and past, the ones beneath skin and bone. The angel, who had manifested fear and happiness, guilt and ecstasy in the same conflicting breath. The one who would protect her and Isis against an omen she could neither comprehend, nor save her daughter from. He offered her what she needed without a shadow of a doubt, and what she wanted above anything else - a limitless beyond. The mortal part of her, the one separate and fallen - craved for his protection, and much more. The spectrum of guilt for her husband didn't stop the ravenous hunger she had for what Gabriel offered in that single union between their two touching hands.
"We are here . . . Imperfect."
The words fell on her like boulders, and as anxious as she was, his presence tore through the barrier of nerves and instilled in her, a calm tranquil warmth. The open skies - home to the angels who had fallen and had no sense of direction in the mortal world to guide them, was effortlessly beautiful. A world that levitated in the billowing softness of the clouds; Imperfect looked forth into skies of sapphire, draping them in a crystalline glow and inhaled deeply, letting the breath out in one soft, and quick movement of her chest. She stepped forward into the froth of a cloud, enamoured by the sheer beauty of her home, and glanced about the horizon as the sky began to shift into a relentless swirl of roses, corals, and lavender, the colours merely a welcome back, and with every step she took, they followed her.
Beyond the clouds and vast expanse of the endless sky, lay Imperfect's home - an ivory tower that stood strong and regal in the center of it all. For most of her existence, she had always travelled, moving between realms and different universes, never settling in one place for too long but the responsibilities of motherhood had grounded her. She had sought to build a home for her children and to be present in their lives - to witness their growth and to build fond memories so when one day, she did cease to exist - a fear she had bottled for the main part of her life - that they would keep a piece of her with them. Imperfect was not the angel she was years ago and had spent a long time earning herself the title she owned now - having restored peace in an infinite amount of worlds, she knew more than any other being, the importance of solitude, and seclusion.
Why then, she so willingly walked into her life, with Gabriel beside her, as both a shield and a vessel of courage, completely paralysed her. She knew the feelings she nurtured, within such a brief amount of time and with such minimum contact, for the angel, were not only unheard of but sinful. The fear of confirming the gospel truth consumed her until it was palpable in the air, suffocating her and when she inched forward once more, she tried to escape its veracity but found no luck in that endeavor. They clung to her with the light of a thousand stars and she abandoned morals and all things sacred for but a single taste of a moment with Gabriel. A heavy sigh lifted her chest, her hand clinging to her neck as slender fingers wrapped around cold skin.
She wondered, in that brief moment between the whimsical endeavors of her own machinations, if he would feel her devotion to him - her unwillingness to step too far from him, to remain in close proximity for the fear of losing him to a great abyss. For the fear of not finding him. But his promise echoed in her ears, strong and sincere, and swatted the doubts that had pushed her to the edge of yet another cloud, further away from him, into a locked vault. They were unsubstantial, compared to him and she was comforted by that mere fact alone. Just as she planned to turn and look upon him once more, a mirage of swishing winds burst through one of the clouds, and she was left breathless and unable to move to him.