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EARTH IS NOT A COLD DARK PLACE.
TAGGED: Kaz WORDS: alot
It had been too long. Too long since he'd let his wings fly open. There was still time before James would have his encounter with the white haired boy in the park, about two weeks, actually. The winter's chill was just developing in the city's streets, but it was cold enough for a jacket; for the angel in a human vessel it was a simple black one over a striped long-sleeved shirt.
But, his thoughts lied not with Earthly clothes as he left the fashionable penthouse he and his parents lived in after informing his mother that he was going to go out for a while before dinner (his father was actually going to be home for it, and his mother insisted that since there was nothing else happening they had to all eat together). He couldn't get out of the building fast enough, nearly running out of his family's private elevator from their apartment to the building's grand lobby, but he forced himself not to if only for the sake of composure. Once outside, though, he ran.
He ran, he ran as fast he could, the wind whipping his wine-red coloured hair around. Freedom, he wanted freedom, freedom from this mortal shell, if only for a little while. It just so happened that he ended up in a church, as if drawn to the holy place; ironically called Saint James. For a moment, he thought about that...but then again, James wasn't his true name anyways. Because of the time of day, there was no Mass going on and the church was relatively empty, save a few elderly people praying in the front pews near the altar's sanctuary. With a breath, he composed himself and dipped his fingers in the holy water near the door, making the cross on his forehead before moving silently towards the back of the cathedral, where the confessionals were.
Large, solitary, and in a rather darkened place, they were perfect for what he was about to do. Opening the door, the red-head slipped inside, leaning against the strong wood and glass once it closed, enshrouding him in the darkness save some of the grey light of the fast approaching New York snow.
And then, as he stepped to the center of the space, it was as if his body gave out; James' knees weakened, and he began to transform. A light began to glow, softly, like a flame inside of him, growing in intensity with each passing moment, shifting and moving as if the sun's rays were dancing underneath his skin. His already handsome good looks were now of an ethereal beauty, and the modern clothes faded away, leaving him naked. But, he was not ashamed of this; the Heavenly light continued to glow, and his wings busted from his back, unfurling but too cramped to do so fully in the confessional, as white and feathery as any sleeper would think them to be. To them of course, none of this was visible; not the light coming from under his skin, not even himself anymore. Robes, of the palest pink, like a fading rose, now draped over his body, leaving some of his back bare. Longing to really let his wings spread, he left the confessional even more silently as he'd come; and with a blink was on the edge of the cathedral's bell tower.
His wings...oh, his glorious wings! They were finally out, and he was finally himself. Camiel. The Archangel of Love. He took in a deep breath with a smile as bright as child's on his face, happy to breathe the first breath after what seemed a coma. To any sleeper, he was nothing; to most wakers, he was nothing as well; he could reveal himself to whomever he chose. But to his brethren, he could not be hidden. And little did he know that one was there; too lost in the freedom he was feeling just by feeling the cold winter's breeze on the long curled up wings.
NOTES: Cam's wings have a 14 ft span~
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Last Edit: Dec 19, 2012 14:00:38 GMT -5 by James Compton
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