Post by moth on Jan 24, 2012 11:04:57 GMT -5
They seemed to spin, whirl, dip and dive. They collected then spread like dancers from a long-ago time in a ballroom somewhere. A backdrop of midnight sky, a spotlight made of the moon, twinkling there. The galaxy above that most had not seen, just because of the lights they ignite in the dark hours. No, they don't ever want to see it. Not like Moth, who was drawn to their beauty.
The stars winked and blinkered in the night; the angel on her back atop the temple tried not to blink. She lay spread out, wings stretched to full extent but upward, hands spread like wings to feel the cool stone beneath her. It kept her grounded, it seemed, so that she would not float up to be with the stars. Oh, the stars.
The galaxy whirled in her green eyes, a mirror reflection on her slick cornea. It danced over the metal and bone of her armor, setting all clasps and brads alight with heavenly flame... just twinkling, that's all. Her skin was illuminated by the moonlight, pale and yet yellow like the rays of a harvest moon.
The giant moon seemed to be at her feet, and she wiggled her toes in imagination... sure she was standing on the moon's powdery surface. A smile creased her face as she again turned it to the stars, imagining that they were there with her; a thousand million angels glowing and welcoming her to their fold. She imagined the story her Papa used to tell her of how she was descended from them, fallen like a shooting star out of the sky.
It's only a fairy tale. She was rushed back to her body, in to the hard cold real world. But I would like to think that you were, Iramothe. You are such a shining example. The thought of Papa's voice warmed her, then immediately that cooled with her own thoughts: If only Papa could see me now. I don't deserve such glowing praise after my folly.
Earlier that week she did act foolishly, causing a cyclops to almost kill her. A reminder to her that she was still so young. Eighteen years... like mere months to the lifespan of an angel. Her body had started to slow down considerably in the aging process in order to keep her healthy for her probable two hundred year lifespan... but still. She was a mere babe. Not as old as the stars above or the angels around.
The girl again thrust herself in to the world of the stars, body leaving the cold stone as she leaped in to the sky. She would fall tonight like the shooting star she was, she thought. The speed grew and the cold wind rushed like water over her skin. The wind whipped her hair, stung her eyes, and cut off her breath, but ahead she flew.
Ira suddenly closed her wings, dropping like a stone. Her head spun for a moment, and the angel opened them again to skim the roof with her belly, raising herself in to the sky once more, once sharply again, before she finally set down on the roof. Her panting breath filled the air with sound and warm mist. The sound of her hard legs hitting stone signaled that she had sunk to her knees and hands, hair swaying in her face, then flying back with her head as she let out a whooping cry of excited happiness.
The angel let her wings relax behind her as she stood to walk the length of the roof, before settling next to an ornate sculpture in one corner: the Pegasus. The girl giggled, leaning her head against the stone horse and watching again the stars.
How far away were they?
The stars winked and blinkered in the night; the angel on her back atop the temple tried not to blink. She lay spread out, wings stretched to full extent but upward, hands spread like wings to feel the cool stone beneath her. It kept her grounded, it seemed, so that she would not float up to be with the stars. Oh, the stars.
The galaxy whirled in her green eyes, a mirror reflection on her slick cornea. It danced over the metal and bone of her armor, setting all clasps and brads alight with heavenly flame... just twinkling, that's all. Her skin was illuminated by the moonlight, pale and yet yellow like the rays of a harvest moon.
The giant moon seemed to be at her feet, and she wiggled her toes in imagination... sure she was standing on the moon's powdery surface. A smile creased her face as she again turned it to the stars, imagining that they were there with her; a thousand million angels glowing and welcoming her to their fold. She imagined the story her Papa used to tell her of how she was descended from them, fallen like a shooting star out of the sky.
It's only a fairy tale. She was rushed back to her body, in to the hard cold real world. But I would like to think that you were, Iramothe. You are such a shining example. The thought of Papa's voice warmed her, then immediately that cooled with her own thoughts: If only Papa could see me now. I don't deserve such glowing praise after my folly.
Earlier that week she did act foolishly, causing a cyclops to almost kill her. A reminder to her that she was still so young. Eighteen years... like mere months to the lifespan of an angel. Her body had started to slow down considerably in the aging process in order to keep her healthy for her probable two hundred year lifespan... but still. She was a mere babe. Not as old as the stars above or the angels around.
The girl again thrust herself in to the world of the stars, body leaving the cold stone as she leaped in to the sky. She would fall tonight like the shooting star she was, she thought. The speed grew and the cold wind rushed like water over her skin. The wind whipped her hair, stung her eyes, and cut off her breath, but ahead she flew.
Ira suddenly closed her wings, dropping like a stone. Her head spun for a moment, and the angel opened them again to skim the roof with her belly, raising herself in to the sky once more, once sharply again, before she finally set down on the roof. Her panting breath filled the air with sound and warm mist. The sound of her hard legs hitting stone signaled that she had sunk to her knees and hands, hair swaying in her face, then flying back with her head as she let out a whooping cry of excited happiness.
The angel let her wings relax behind her as she stood to walk the length of the roof, before settling next to an ornate sculpture in one corner: the Pegasus. The girl giggled, leaning her head against the stone horse and watching again the stars.
How far away were they?