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Title(s): Someday
Author: julia_dreamer
Fandom(s): Angel Sanctuary
Pairing(s): implied Katan/Rosiel
Length: 474 words
Summary: "Inside the casket, it was quiet."
Note: This is just nonsense I wrote instead of a college essay one day in class, so it's short and pointless and not very good.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Inside the casket, it was quiet.
It had been very, very quiet for a long time. The creature suspected it was because he could not hear. Perhaps if he could, the sound of cables slithering over and through each other - slick with oil and blood and rasping against scraps of human flesh - would have reached him, the strange noises that accompanied the disgusting decay of his body into this... thing. He was almost glad he had no sense of it. He was sure he could not handle the noises.
He was ashamed that he could not accept the existence his creator had deemed suitable for him. He was horrified by what he had become. He despised the overwhelming, insatiable needs of this body for food - for blood. The children...
He would eat them. Rosiel's slave, succumbed to base desires, he would eat the poor angel children that had been gathered from the slums. Every last one of them. He didn't want to, no, they didn't deserve it. They hadn't asked to be born as they were. They hadn't become outcast by their own choice. God had made them this way.
God. The God that punished them all. The God that had abandoned them all. The God that had not struck him down for committing the terrible sin that had freed Rosiel from his prison. The God that had allowed Rosiel to become this creature, this beautiful monster...
And now that he was this, this thing... what could he do? He had no more choices, no more recourse. He could not hate Rosiel - he loved Rosiel, as much now as ever. He was still as loyal now as he had ever been. Despite what the angel had done to him, he could not abandon those feelings - they had buoyed him through countless obstacles. He had done horrible things for Rosiel, but although he regretted them he would do them again in a moment to save him. Always to save him. Rosiel always seemed to need saving, like the damsels in distress from all those Earth fairy tales with knights in shining armour and dragons that needed to be slain. Rosiel was like that sometimes, a princess trapped in a high tower. Other times his fierce destructive rage was so horrible that even he feared it, just a little bit.
It was silent still. Always silent. He was waiting.
He prayed that someday his former body could be returned to him. He wanted to feel the brush of Rosiel's hair as he walked by, to hear him laugh, to see his beauty when he smiled. To earn the touch of his hand - even in anger - or to be able to feel him crying again, to see it in his mind's eye and go to him to comfort him.
Someday.
Author: julia_dreamer
Fandom(s): Angel Sanctuary
Pairing(s): implied Katan/Rosiel
Length: 474 words
Summary: "Inside the casket, it was quiet."
Note: This is just nonsense I wrote instead of a college essay one day in class, so it's short and pointless and not very good.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Inside the casket, it was quiet.
It had been very, very quiet for a long time. The creature suspected it was because he could not hear. Perhaps if he could, the sound of cables slithering over and through each other - slick with oil and blood and rasping against scraps of human flesh - would have reached him, the strange noises that accompanied the disgusting decay of his body into this... thing. He was almost glad he had no sense of it. He was sure he could not handle the noises.
He was ashamed that he could not accept the existence his creator had deemed suitable for him. He was horrified by what he had become. He despised the overwhelming, insatiable needs of this body for food - for blood. The children...
He would eat them. Rosiel's slave, succumbed to base desires, he would eat the poor angel children that had been gathered from the slums. Every last one of them. He didn't want to, no, they didn't deserve it. They hadn't asked to be born as they were. They hadn't become outcast by their own choice. God had made them this way.
God. The God that punished them all. The God that had abandoned them all. The God that had not struck him down for committing the terrible sin that had freed Rosiel from his prison. The God that had allowed Rosiel to become this creature, this beautiful monster...
And now that he was this, this thing... what could he do? He had no more choices, no more recourse. He could not hate Rosiel - he loved Rosiel, as much now as ever. He was still as loyal now as he had ever been. Despite what the angel had done to him, he could not abandon those feelings - they had buoyed him through countless obstacles. He had done horrible things for Rosiel, but although he regretted them he would do them again in a moment to save him. Always to save him. Rosiel always seemed to need saving, like the damsels in distress from all those Earth fairy tales with knights in shining armour and dragons that needed to be slain. Rosiel was like that sometimes, a princess trapped in a high tower. Other times his fierce destructive rage was so horrible that even he feared it, just a little bit.
It was silent still. Always silent. He was waiting.
He prayed that someday his former body could be returned to him. He wanted to feel the brush of Rosiel's hair as he walked by, to hear him laugh, to see his beauty when he smiled. To earn the touch of his hand - even in anger - or to be able to feel him crying again, to see it in his mind's eye and go to him to comfort him.
Someday.