clumsyangel

[clumsyangel]

[clumsyangel]

feathers a kiss upon her forehead, gently cupping the side of her neck with a loving grip. There's a smile on his face. His crimson eyes twinkle so bright you could almost swear that they were glistening pink. "I love you, Dusky," he whispers. "Morning, sleepyhead."

Stirring, the Angelic gradually rises from her sleep, his cooling, gentle touch beckoning her from dreamland. She always found herself sleeping better with him there. But Kaspar was the King of Hell and naturally rose with the moon— his to-do list was neverending and seemingly getting longer by each passing minute. However, thanks to Hell's modern technology, he was able to do most of his work remotely, even if that did require him to yell at Sin over FaceTime. Even still, they were together, and thanks to the technology, they were able to stay in their little apartment together. He couldn't bare to let her be alone, anyway. Not while she was still technically recovering.

"Mmmm..." her eyes flutter open, but only the change in brightness is to be seen. She's better now, the cuts and lacerations that once plastered her body are healed, her body once again nourished and strong, her angelic charm fully restored. It was just her eyes that served as a reminder of what happened. Luckily, she was used to it now, and navigating their little apartment was easy.

"What are you doing up, Mister?? The sun is almost up, you should be asleep!" she slowly sits herself up in bed, erupting from the cocoon of warmth. He was usually asleep by the time she woke, but it was usually only for an hour or two. Being half Devil, he rarely needed to sleep. Dusk, on the other hand, was still technically recovering from passed events, so she found herself sleeping about five hours daily— a lot for an Angelic.

She rubs her eyes of sleepiness, peering up at him. His figure is blurry, but she knows he's there, and she smiles. Her hair is messy and feathers are out of place, but she's charming, and beautiful as ever.

"I love you too, Kaspar... K-Kaspar!!" her eyes shoot open, her face turns to stone.

"W-We... t-today is the day, isn't it???" she stammers, lunging forward to grip at his chest.

"T-The ceremony to make us King and Queen... we're getting married today!"

[clumsyangel]

She squints slightly, trying her hardest to eye him as he kicks off his boots and jacket. She simply smiles, not necessarily at him, but at the moment. He was staying.

She looks upon his blurry form for a few seconds, wondering what do do next. She wonders what he's thinking– it was harder to tell what he was thinking now without being able to see his face clearly. He didn't always have the best poker face, and that tended to work to Dusk's advantage. But... now with everything out on the table... did it really matter?

She feels the gentle sinking of the bed beneath his weight.

"Hmmmm..." she had some sort of idea, but not... quite. She begins to think back to Vampiric Love when his arm embraces her ever so gently, unrelentingly, her body sinking into his own like a missing piece of a puzzle.

"S-See? You know wayyyy more than me!" she chirps, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He's so warm... he feels oddly stronger than she remembered. Broader. But at the same time, he was soft. Softer than ever before. His scent was something she couldn't quite pin point, but afternotes of his old scent lingered. She snuggles into his chest, fluttering her wings and nuzzling her face against his cheek.

"Hmmmmmm... you smell... so good!! I've always thought so...!!"

She holds him tightly for a moment before pushing herself up and looking at his face.

"How do people even sleeeeeep in the same bed together? I'm even more awake now!! I... I think I love you too much!"

clumsyangel​:

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it’s surprising the glass doesn’t shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

“Ahhhh!~” she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more… energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more… shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

“Am I… okay?”

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she’s okay. She’s safe, for the first time in a long time… and he’s here. But…

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

“I… I don’t really know… i-is that strange?” she looks up at him.

“I guess… it’s mostly just because I… I’m becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just… I’m scared to hurt anyone…” she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It’s warm against her lukewarm skin.

“I don’t… know what a hickey is, b-but… it must have stung a little! I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… a-and my poor dad… my mother… it must be really… difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I…”

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

“A-Anyway… I know it’ll be okay. I… I’m not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~” she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm…~ O-Oh! A-And don’t worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So… I can’t hurt you…”

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but…

“N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling…

“I know you’re probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but… I want to try to see your face before… I try to sleep…” she whispers.

She’s not sure if she’s okay?

What a weirdo…

For some stupid reason it brings a smile to his face. He knows he shouldn’t be giving into any negativity right now. Especially to a girl as fragile as Dusk is in this moment. He can tell she’s somewhat frail, somewhat doubting herself. It’s understandable, and it’s plain as day. From the way she shakes upon drinking the vial, to the slow vibrato of a breath that she exhales after downing said liquid. She’s reluctant, but it pays off.

Fate rewards her for a second, smiling down upon her blind eyes.

Her energy is restored, and her thirst is quenched, for now. A silent sigh of relief softens the pressure in the dhampir’s chest. Kaspar bites his lip, about to open his mouth to speak- when suddenly, she plops into his lap.

A solid streak of pink dusts his pale skin and he looks down upon her with embarrassed eyes.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, Dusky,” he replies short.

“I don’t know what I would have done…”

Her touch sends him back, to just a few hours ago. The pure warmth of light, yet without the havoc of war at the forefront. Simply put, Heaven.

Instinctively, his hands whittle down to her sides, and he places them around her waist. She’s petite… almost feels like he could break her, but when he grips her- he realizes she’s sturdy. More than sturdy. She’s far from fragile, you dolt. She could melt lava with a single tear. She could shatter glass with a flick of her wrist. And now, as a Fallen, who knew what power flowed through her veins…

He smiles down at her.

“Take as long as you’d like… my love.”

[clumsyangel]

She squints slightly, trying her hardest to eye him as he kicks off his boots and jacket. She simply smiles, not necessarily at him, but at the moment. He was staying.

She looks upon his blurry form for a few seconds, wondering what do do next. She wonders what he's thinking– it was harder to tell what he was thinking now without being able to see his face clearly. He didn't always have the best poker face, and that tended to work to Dusk's advantage. But... now with everything out on the table... did it really matter?

She feels the gentle sinking of the bed beneath his weight.

"Hmmmm..." she had some sort of idea, but not... quite. She begins to think back to Vampiric Love when his arm embraces her ever so gently, unrelentingly, her body sinking into his own like a missing piece of a puzzle.

"S-See? You know wayyyy more than me!" she chirps, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He's so warm... he feels oddly stronger than she remembered. Broader. But at the same time, he was soft. Softer than ever before. His scent was something she couldn't quite pin point, but afternotes of his old scent lingered. She snuggles into his chest, fluttering her wings and nuzzling her face against his cheek.

"Hmmmmmm... you smell... so good!! I've always thought so...!!"

She holds him tightly for a moment before pushing herself up and looking at his face.

"How do people even sleeeeeep in the same bed together? I'm even more awake now!! I... I think I love you too much!"

clumsyangel​:

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it’s surprising the glass doesn’t shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

“Ahhhh!~” she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more… energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more… shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

“Am I… okay?”

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she’s okay. She’s safe, for the first time in a long time… and he’s here. But…

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

“I… I don’t really know… i-is that strange?” she looks up at him.

“I guess… it’s mostly just because I… I’m becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just… I’m scared to hurt anyone…” she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It’s warm against her lukewarm skin.

“I don’t… know what a hickey is, b-but… it must have stung a little! I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… a-and my poor dad… my mother… it must be really… difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I…”

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

“A-Anyway… I know it’ll be okay. I… I’m not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~” she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm…~ O-Oh! A-And don’t worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So… I can’t hurt you…”

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but…

“N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling…

“I know you’re probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but… I want to try to see your face before… I try to sleep…” she whispers.

She’s not sure if she’s okay?

What a weirdo…

For some stupid reason it brings a smile to his face. He knows he shouldn’t be giving into any negativity right now. Especially to a girl as fragile as Dusk is in this moment. He can tell she’s somewhat frail, somewhat doubting herself. It’s understandable, and it’s plain as day. From the way she shakes upon drinking the vial, to the slow vibrato of a breath that she exhales after downing said liquid. She’s reluctant, but it pays off.

Fate rewards her for a second, smiling down upon her blind eyes.

Her energy is restored, and her thirst is quenched, for now. A silent sigh of relief softens the pressure in the dhampir’s chest. Kaspar bites his lip, about to open his mouth to speak- when suddenly, she plops into his lap.

A solid streak of pink dusts his pale skin and he looks down upon her with embarrassed eyes.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, Dusky,” he replies short.

“I don’t know what I would have done…”

Her touch sends him back, to just a few hours ago. The pure warmth of light, yet without the havoc of war at the forefront. Simply put, Heaven.

Instinctively, his hands whittle down to her sides, and he places them around her waist. She’s petite… almost feels like he could break her, but when he grips her- he realizes she’s sturdy. More than sturdy. She’s far from fragile, you dolt. She could melt lava with a single tear. She could shatter glass with a flick of her wrist. And now, as a Fallen, who knew what power flowed through her veins…

He smiles down at her.

“Take as long as you’d like… my love.”

[clumsyangel]

"O-Oh, okay! I hope he's able to sleep okay... he was falling asleep in the chair over there," she nods her head to the chair in the corner of the room.

"I... I know he must be exhausted from... taking care of me, and stuff..." she lets out a heavy sigh. Feeling like a burden was a constant thing for her. She shuddered to think of all the suppressed trauma she must be trudging back up for him ever since becoming a Fallen. The thought broke her heart. She shuts her eyes, almost wincing at the thought, as if shutting her eyes would get rid of the Fallen blood that now coursed through her veins.

"H-Huh?"

Her eyes shoot back open when his warm hand makes contact with her clammy skin. His touch is soothing, a wave of sleepiness taking her like a spell he had cast. Her eyelids shut slowly, but this time, from comfort... acceptance.

"Hmmm... I mean, becoming a Fallen so far at least, isn't too bad! I just feel a little tired, so... you're right... perhaps sleep would be a good idea," she nods sleepily, a high pitched squeak following a rather large yawn.

"Hmmmm... but!" she grips at his shoulders once more, her wings fluttering slightly, for the first time since she's been home, "C-Could you pleeeeeeaaaaseeee stay? I rweally rweally missed you, you know!" she whines jokingly, giggling mischievously.

"A-And I don't want to sleep with a pillow wall b-because... I think holding your hand while I sleep would help me feel a loooooott better."

clumsyangel​:

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it’s surprising the glass doesn’t shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

“Ahhhh!~” she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more… energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more… shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

“Am I… okay?”

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she’s okay. She’s safe, for the first time in a long time… and he’s here. But…

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

“I… I don’t really know… i-is that strange?” she looks up at him.

“I guess… it’s mostly just because I… I’m becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just… I’m scared to hurt anyone…” she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It’s warm against her lukewarm skin.

“I don’t… know what a hickey is, b-but… it must have stung a little! I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… a-and my poor dad… my mother… it must be really… difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I…”

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

“A-Anyway… I know it’ll be okay. I… I’m not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~” she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm…~ O-Oh! A-And don’t worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So… I can’t hurt you…”

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but…

“N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling…

“I know you’re probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but… I want to try to see your face before… I try to sleep…” she whispers.

She’s not sure if she’s okay?

What a weirdo…

For some stupid reason it brings a smile to his face. He knows he shouldn’t be giving into any negativity right now. Especially to a girl as fragile as Dusk is in this moment. He can tell she’s somewhat frail, somewhat doubting herself. It’s understandable, and it’s plain as day. From the way she shakes upon drinking the vial, to the slow vibrato of a breath that she exhales after downing said liquid. She’s reluctant, but it pays off.

Fate rewards her for a second, smiling down upon her blind eyes.

Her energy is restored, and her thirst is quenched, for now. A silent sigh of relief softens the pressure in the dhampir’s chest. Kaspar bites his lip, about to open his mouth to speak- when suddenly, she plops into his lap.

A solid streak of pink dusts his pale skin and he looks down upon her with embarrassed eyes.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, Dusky,” he replies short.

“I don’t know what I would have done…”

Her touch sends him back, to just a few hours ago. The pure warmth of light, yet without the havoc of war at the forefront. Simply put, Heaven.

Instinctively, his hands whittle down to her sides, and he places them around her waist. She’s petite… almost feels like he could break her, but when he grips her- he realizes she’s sturdy. More than sturdy. She’s far from fragile, you dolt. She could melt lava with a single tear. She could shatter glass with a flick of her wrist. And now, as a Fallen, who knew what power flowed through her veins…

He smiles down at her.

“Take as long as you’d like… my love.”

[clumsyangel]

My love?

She can't help but let a soft giggle escape her lips as she ever so gently touches his face, her soft finger tips exploring the curvatures of his nose, the hardened sharpness of his cheek bones, the two soft mounds of his lips...

She keeps her finger tips on his lips for a few seconds like an X on a treasure map before leaning in for another kiss...

He's so beautiful, so soft... the warmth in her chest is pure bliss. Nothing else mattered. She smiles into the kiss before pulling away, but keeping her forehead pressed against his own.

"I... I'm sorry... I... I know we agreed on one kiss a day! I just... I really like... this kissing thing..." she whispers, before suddenly pulling from him completely with a gasp.

"O-Oh! My dad should be back soon, I... I'm not even sure i-if... he knows... we are best friend girlfriends! O-Or... if he even... k-knows... we love each other..."

clumsyangel​:

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it’s surprising the glass doesn’t shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

“Ahhhh!~” she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more… energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more… shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

“Am I… okay?”

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she’s okay. She’s safe, for the first time in a long time… and he’s here. But…

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

“I… I don’t really know… i-is that strange?” she looks up at him.

“I guess… it’s mostly just because I… I’m becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just… I’m scared to hurt anyone…” she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It’s warm against her lukewarm skin.

“I don’t… know what a hickey is, b-but… it must have stung a little! I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me… a-and my poor dad… my mother… it must be really… difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I…”

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

“A-Anyway… I know it’ll be okay. I… I’m not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~” she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

“Hmmmm…~ O-Oh! A-And don’t worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So… I can’t hurt you…”

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but…

“N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~” she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling…

“I know you’re probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but… I want to try to see your face before… I try to sleep…” she whispers.

She’s not sure if she’s okay?

What a weirdo…

For some stupid reason it brings a smile to his face. He knows he shouldn’t be giving into any negativity right now. Especially to a girl as fragile as Dusk is in this moment. He can tell she’s somewhat frail, somewhat doubting herself. It’s understandable, and it’s plain as day. From the way she shakes upon drinking the vial, to the slow vibrato of a breath that she exhales after downing said liquid. She’s reluctant, but it pays off.

Fate rewards her for a second, smiling down upon her blind eyes.

Her energy is restored, and her thirst is quenched, for now. A silent sigh of relief softens the pressure in the dhampir’s chest. Kaspar bites his lip, about to open his mouth to speak- when suddenly, she plops into his lap.

A solid streak of pink dusts his pale skin and he looks down upon her with embarrassed eyes.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re okay, Dusky,” he replies short.

“I don’t know what I would have done…”

Her touch sends him back, to just a few hours ago. The pure warmth of light, yet without the havoc of war at the forefront. Simply put, Heaven.

Instinctively, his hands whittle down to her sides, and he places them around her waist. She’s petite… almost feels like he could break her, but when he grips her- he realizes she’s sturdy. More than sturdy. She’s far from fragile, you dolt. She could melt lava with a single tear. She could shatter glass with a flick of her wrist. And now, as a Fallen, who knew what power flowed through her veins…

He smiles down at her.

“Take as long as you’d like… my love.”

[clumsyangel]

She sucks the blood out of the vial so intensely that it's surprising the glass doesn't shatter in her mouth. The blood coats her mouth, liquid gold sliding down her throat. She listens to him as she finishes her meal.

"Ahhhh!~" she lets out a satisfied gasp, setting the vial aside. She somehow looks more... energetic. Almost instantaneously, her hair appears more... shiny. Her expression is more concentrated and aware, the blush in her cheeks returns.

"Am I... okay?"

The question echoes in her mind. I mean, now she's okay. She's safe, for the first time in a long time... and he's here. But...

She lets out a breath, looking upon the two vials solumnly.

"I... I don't really know... i-is that strange?" she looks up at him.

"I guess... it's mostly just because I... I'm becoming a fallen. N-Not that being a Fallen is bad o-or anything! I just... I'm scared to hurt anyone..." she averts her gaze once again, but this time, she takes his hand. It's warm against her lukewarm skin.

"I don't... know what a hickey is, b-but... it must have stung a little! I... I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me... a-and my poor dad... my mother... it must be really... difficult for him to see me like this. It breaks my heart. I..."

She pauses and swallows back her tears.

"A-Anyway... I know it'll be okay. I... I'm not even thirsty anymore! Your blood really did the trick!~ Thank you!~" she chirps happily, gripping at his hand excitedly. She gazes upon her love, immediately perking up. She sits up on her knees, gripping his shoulders to support herself. She swings herself on to his lap and sinks herself into a warm embrace for a few seconds.

"Hmmmm...~ O-Oh! A-And don't worry, I have these special bracelets that make me weak! S-So... I can't hurt you..."

She pulls back and gazes upon him. Her vision is still blurry, but...

"N-Now, let me see how beautiful you are! Hehe!~" she giggles, cupping his face in her hands. She traces her fingers upon his visage once more, smiling...

"I know you're probably tired and you have to sleep soon, b-but... I want to try to see your face before... I try to sleep..." she whispers.

clumsyangel​:

She tries her hardest to focus her eyes on his form. She can’t help a small smile begin to take form. He was… so precious. Even the most ridiculous and insensitive statements– they always aligned to be the most perfect things to say. He always knew how to help her feel better.

“N-No!! I-I mean… it’s fine, I guess…” she retorts, but… she stops. His presence… it made it all pointless. If anyone understood where she was coming from, it was him. There was no use in trying to hide it, hide anything. With tears in her eyes, she moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around him and tangling him in a string of IV lines. She stays there in silence, taking in his scent. His warmth.

“I’m just… I’m so happy you’re okay…” she whispers, “I’m so sorry, Kas…”

She lets go and tries her best to look him in the eyes, smiling and squinting out tears.

“Hm… really? W-Well… if it prevents me from hurting you again, I’ll… I’ll do anything.”

With a nod, she fixates her gaze on the vials in front of her. She gulps. They’re still warm…

A shaky breath.

Bliss.

She holds the vial in both hands, eyes closed, drinking from it deeply.

“Mmmmmm!~”

It’s like he’s tangled in a web. It’s hard coming out of his shell, but at the same time, it’s all so easy. Everything is so natural with her. It’s always been. Why fight it? She smells good… a lot like how she used to.

He quite enjoys being with her like this. He could get used to this, he thinks to himself.

“Of course I’m okay,” he replies, a semblance of a grin on his face.

From their embrace, he pulls back, taking this moment to gaze into her eyes, their hearts connected.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a hickey to kill me.”

It’s all so easy.

She downs his blood rightfully so. He nods to himself.

“Pretty good, huh?” he asks, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Back when I was in solitude, that was the only thing keeping me alive. Well, that and rabbit meat, of course.”

Kaspar lets out a soft chuckle. He soaks in the moment with her, counting the twitch of her nose as she sparkles with excitement. A sight for sore eyes. She’s as beautiful as ever…

There’s still lots to do, but… moments like these are what makes life worth living, he thinks to himself.

“… what about you, though? Are you okay, Dusk?”

[clumsyangel]

She tries her hardest to focus her eyes on his form. She can't help a small smile begin to take form. He was... so precious. Even the most ridiculous and insensitive statements– they always aligned to be the most perfect things to say. He always knew how to help her feel better.

"N-No!! I-I mean... it's fine, I guess..." she retorts, but... she stops. His presence... it made it all pointless. If anyone understood where she was coming from, it was him. There was no use in trying to hide it, hide anything. With tears in her eyes, she moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around him and tangling him in a string of IV lines. She stays there in silence, taking in his scent. His warmth.

"I'm just... I'm so happy you're okay..." she whispers, "I'm so sorry, Kas..."

She lets go and tries her best to look him in the eyes, smiling and squinting out tears.

"Hm... really? W-Well... if it prevents me from hurting you again, I'll... I'll do anything."

With a nod, she fixates her gaze on the vials in front of her. She gulps. They're still warm...

A shaky breath.

Bliss.

She holds the vial in both hands, eyes closed, drinking from it deeply.

"Mmmmmm!~"

clumsyangel​:

It’s been a few hours, but they feel like an eternity. An eternity of relentless anxiety.

She is sleeping, or should be sleeping… at least, that’s what her father is lead to believe. It’s impossible to sleep, however.

She feels a gentle hand touch her shoulder, a whisper follows:

“I’ll be right back, okay, hun?”

She nods sleepily in response.

The sound of the door closes. She lays on her back in bed, her scarred wings splayed out underneath her. She stares at the ceiling, blurry and hazy. A sigh. Helpless.

What is Kaspar doing right now…? I hope he’s okay. God, he must hate me…

The door flings open. She expects it to be her father, but… his voice.

She sits up wearily. Despite her limited vision, she can tell it’s him.

“K-Kaspar?”

She sits on the bed, in utter shock. He was acting as if nothing had happened. He was still… just as sweet as ever. And somehow, it broke her heart even more.

“Kaspar… I’m so, so sorry. I–”

Blood. It attacks her nostrils like pepper. God. Even in her awful vision, she sees two blots of crimson resting on the bed beside her. It’s a familiar scent and consistency. His blood.

“I–” she speaks after a moment of heavy silence, gulping the ball in her throat, “I can’t!! A-And besides!! Your blood is bitter!”

Kaspar deadpans. He makes a makeshift sort of frown, confused stare sort of deal and just stares at her. A simple shake of the head. She can’t be serious, can she? Playing hard to get at a time like this…

It’s just like her. At least she’s back to normal… a little.

He shoves his left hand in his pocket, carrying both syringes with his right hand. Kaspar lifts the utensil to his nose and takes a whiff.

“… is it really that bad?” he asks, pondering.

“Man, who cares? Do you want my blood or what?”

He saunters to her side and places the syringes on the small table beside her bed. Kaspar shuts one of his eyes and grins at her.

“Don’t worry about it. You shoulda seen how crazy /I/ went when I first awoke to my bloodlust…”

Kaspar sits on the bed with a smile.

“It’s fucked up, but the more you drink, the easier it is to suppress it. Wouldn’t want any accidents, right?”

[clumsyangel]

It's been a few hours, but they feel like an eternity. An eternity of relentless anxiety.

She is sleeping, or should be sleeping... at least, that's what her father is lead to believe. It's impossible to sleep, however.

She feels a gentle hand touch her shoulder, a whisper follows:

"I'll be right back, okay, hun?"

She nods sleepily in response.

The sound of the door closes. She lays on her back in bed, her scarred wings splayed out underneath her. She stares at the ceiling, blurry and hazy. A sigh. Helpless.

What is Kaspar doing right now...? I hope he's okay. God, he must hate me...

The door flings open. She expects it to be her father, but... his voice.

She sits up wearily. Despite her limited vision, she can tell it's him.

"K-Kaspar?"

She sits on the bed, in utter shock. He was acting as if nothing had happened. He was still... just as sweet as ever. And somehow, it broke her heart even more.

"Kaspar... I'm so, so sorry. I–"

Blood. It attacks her nostrils like pepper. God. Even in her awful vision, she sees two blots of crimson resting on the bed beside her. It's a familiar scent and consistency. His blood.

"I–" she speaks after a moment of heavy silence, gulping the ball in her throat, "I can't!! A-And besides!! Your blood is bitter!"

clumsyangel​:

“O-Oh…!” she immediately loosens her grip. Jeez… maybe these IV fluids are magic!

“I’m sorry…”

But, she blushes. He really… actually… wants HER… to be his Queen?

The thought made her heart flutter. It was a dream come true.

He was right about that, too. The fact he asked her out was… a pretty big deal for him. And she was so, so happy he did.

She smiles upon her newly found best friend girlfriend. Her lover.

Her… King?

She purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to appear hard to get… but she can’t help her self from giggling.

“Hehehe!~ Welllllll~ I’ll be your Queen! Under a few conditions!” she nods.

“First, you have to give me one kiss every day! Just like the one we just had! Second, I want to cuddle under the moon light, like in Vampiric Love! Third, you have to let me protect you, for the rest of our lives!”

She wraps her arms around him, getting closer…

“And finally, my last condition- you have to be my King! A-And…”

Suddenly… the sound of his pulse rings in her ears. She sweats. Being so close to his neck… she swallows. She feels two little fangs poke her bottom lip. Her breath is heavy against his skin. What lays beneath is all she can think about.

“A-And… u-um…” she whispers.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Pop…

Her two little fangs sink into the flesh of his neck, but they barely penetrate enough to draw a large amount of blood. She can’t help herself. She grips on to his head, pushing him down on the bed with an extreme amount of force, licking and lapping at his oozing skin.

There’s a knock on the door. It swings open.

“DUSKY!!!! I’m here!!!!!!!” Azazel’s voice rings through the room.

His heart thumps.

“O-One kiss every day? O-Okay I mean… Like, I can do that no problem!” he chirps, arms outstretched.

There’s a dark blush on his face.

“A-And uh… cuddling?”

He can swear his face is on fire right now. Kaspar averts his eyes and bites his lip.

“I-I uh… Well, I… I’d like that…” he mutters.

Kaspar glances back up to her, his eyes soft.

“W-Wait a minute, I want to be the one to protect YOU!” he argues, but as she gets closer, he ignores it. Kaspar takes in a deep breath, locking eyes with her.

In that moment, their crimson eyes matched. He saw a beast not dissimilar to the one he once was. He was reminded of the first time they met. In a way, he was nostalgic- holding onto their treasured memories… but shocked, in a way that words simply couldn’t describe.

The sounds drown out in silence, and he becomes a prey. He holds his breath, eyes glassed over. Its warm… sharp… wet. It drizzles down his skin like a throbbing venom. For some reason, he can’t will himself to do anything about it. Not until his Master opens the door.

“W-What the hell?” Azazel breathes.

Kaspar blinks back into consciousness and looks upon his lover before him.

“Huh…?” he asks, a look of shock upon his face.

Azazel rushes to Dusk, grabbing ahold of her with the force of adrenaline. His face twists in contortion, horror upon it.

He shouts, not at his daughter, but for her. He shouts for the lover that he lost, and how Dusk reminds him of that very day. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her voice. Even the blood upon her lips. It pains him to the grave, shattering the sky he holds upon his soul.

He’s able to drag the girl to the corner of the room, gripping her with all his might.

“Kid, get Dr. Freeman!” he shouts, tears in his eyes.

Kaspar slowly sits up and watches upon the event with dissociation. He does not move.

“Huh…?”

Azazel glares.

“GO!!” he screams.

Kaspar stirs to his senses once more, confusion riddling his brain. He throws himself off the bed and runs to the hall- letting the anxiety grab hold of him.

“DOCTOR!” he shouts, “DOCTOR FREEMAN!”

[clumsyangel]

Regret. Confusion. Thirst. Bliss. It all comes funneling in at once.

As if she was like some sort of rag doll, she's whipped off the bed. She can feel her bones crack in her father's grasp, the air chills the blood dripping off her lip.

What... what have I done?

She trembles in his hands. The tears start coming so unrelenting and ungraciously as if they were desperately trying to apologize for her, to take back what she had just done.

She sees the figure of her new found boyfriend get up from the bed.

He's okay. A wave of relief.

Bitter taste. But... the thirst is gone.

"Dusk..." a whisper awakens her core. A pet on the head.

She can feel his despair, his conflict, his uncertainty all encapsulated in his unconditional love for her. And it broke her heart.

His grip loosens on her wrists, realizing that she wasn't trying to fight.

"D-Dad... I'm sorry. I don't know... I-I... KASPAR...." she yells, "I'm sorry......."

"Shhh... shhh... Dr. Freeman's comin', Dusky. He'll know what to do."

They sit for a few seconds listening to the clacking of shoes against tile gradually getting louder and louder.

"I'm here. What's hast happened?" Dr. Freeman's voice is stern, unforgiving. But he realizes, eyeing the blood on her lips and the blood dripping down Kaspar's neck to match.

He nods.

"Melinda, please tend to the Reaper's wound," he says as he kneels down before Dusk.

"Y-Yes, sir! Right away," Melinda stammers, gesturing for Kaspar to follow.

At the mention of Kaspar, Dusk's sobs become louder. She yells out, unsure if he's in the same room. She stares blankly at the wall in front of her.

"K-KASPAR...... I'm... I'M SO SORRY... is he okay???! Please...."

Dr. Freeman touches his hand to Dusk's forehead. She's ice cold.

"He's fine, Dusk... he's just getting patched up. "What happened?"

She continues to cry, trying so hard to regain her composure. He's okay.

He's okay.

She sniffles.

"I... I don't know. I just... I just remember feeling really thirsty and... I felt like I couldn't control myself. I... for a second, I... I didn't even feel like myself. Like I wasn't even in my body."

She sobs some more, then stares at Dr. Freeman the best her eyes would allow.

"Dr. Freeman... what... what's happening to me?"

Dr. Freeman looks up at Azazel, giving him a solumn look. He nods.

"Listen, Dusk," Dr. Freeman speaks, voice soft, "Now... be honest. Are you still thirsty?"

"N-No..."

He nods again.

"Alright. It's not that I don't trust you, but just as a precaution, I'm going to put these special bracelets on your wrists. They are enchanted and will inhibit your strength a little..."

Tears spill out of her eyes as she nods and lifts her wrists willingly. Dr. Freeman clasps two silver bangles on her wrists, and they fit to shape.

"There. Now, we're going to get you feeling better, okay? I promise. You should get some rest," he says, taking her hand and helping her into bed.

"C-Could you please tell Kaspar I'm sorry? I... he's... he probably doesn't want to see me, a-and I completely understand... j-just please tell him," she cries.

clumsyangel​:

“O-Oh…!” she immediately loosens her grip. Jeez… maybe these IV fluids are magic!

“I’m sorry…”

But, she blushes. He really… actually… wants HER… to be his Queen?

The thought made her heart flutter. It was a dream come true.

He was right about that, too. The fact he asked her out was… a pretty big deal for him. And she was so, so happy he did.

She smiles upon her newly found best friend girlfriend. Her lover.

Her… King?

She purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to appear hard to get… but she can’t help her self from giggling.

“Hehehe!~ Welllllll~ I’ll be your Queen! Under a few conditions!” she nods.

“First, you have to give me one kiss every day! Just like the one we just had! Second, I want to cuddle under the moon light, like in Vampiric Love! Third, you have to let me protect you, for the rest of our lives!”

She wraps her arms around him, getting closer…

“And finally, my last condition- you have to be my King! A-And…”

Suddenly… the sound of his pulse rings in her ears. She sweats. Being so close to his neck… she swallows. She feels two little fangs poke her bottom lip. Her breath is heavy against his skin. What lays beneath is all she can think about.

“A-And… u-um…” she whispers.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Pop…

Her two little fangs sink into the flesh of his neck, but they barely penetrate enough to draw a large amount of blood. She can’t help herself. She grips on to his head, pushing him down on the bed with an extreme amount of force, licking and lapping at his oozing skin.

There’s a knock on the door. It swings open.

“DUSKY!!!! I’m here!!!!!!!” Azazel’s voice rings through the room.

His heart thumps.

“O-One kiss every day? O-Okay I mean… Like, I can do that no problem!” he chirps, arms outstretched.

There’s a dark blush on his face.

“A-And uh… cuddling?”

He can swear his face is on fire right now. Kaspar averts his eyes and bites his lip.

“I-I uh… Well, I… I’d like that…” he mutters.

Kaspar glances back up to her, his eyes soft.

“W-Wait a minute, I want to be the one to protect YOU!” he argues, but as she gets closer, he ignores it. Kaspar takes in a deep breath, locking eyes with her.

In that moment, their crimson eyes matched. He saw a beast not dissimilar to the one he once was. He was reminded of the first time they met. In a way, he was nostalgic- holding onto their treasured memories… but shocked, in a way that words simply couldn’t describe.

The sounds drown out in silence, and he becomes a prey. He holds his breath, eyes glassed over. Its warm… sharp… wet. It drizzles down his skin like a throbbing venom. For some reason, he can’t will himself to do anything about it. Not until his Master opens the door.

“W-What the hell?” Azazel breathes.

Kaspar blinks back into consciousness and looks upon his lover before him.

“Huh…?” he asks, a look of shock upon his face.

Azazel rushes to Dusk, grabbing ahold of her with the force of adrenaline. His face twists in contortion, horror upon it.

He shouts, not at his daughter, but for her. He shouts for the lover that he lost, and how Dusk reminds him of that very day. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her voice. Even the blood upon her lips. It pains him to the grave, shattering the sky he holds upon his soul.

He’s able to drag the girl to the corner of the room, gripping her with all his might.

“Kid, get Dr. Freeman!” he shouts, tears in his eyes.

Kaspar slowly sits up and watches upon the event with dissociation. He does not move.

“Huh…?”

Azazel glares.

“GO!!” he screams.

Kaspar stirs to his senses once more, confusion riddling his brain. He throws himself off the bed and runs to the hall- letting the anxiety grab hold of him.

“DOCTOR!” he shouts, “DOCTOR FREEMAN!”

[clumsyangel]

"O-Oh...!" she immediately loosens her grip. Jeez... maybe these IV fluids are magic!

"I'm sorry..."

But, she blushes. He really... actually... wants HER... to be his Queen?

The thought made her heart flutter. It was a dream come true.

He was right about that, too. The fact he asked her out was... a pretty big deal for him. And she was so, so happy he did.

She smiles upon her newly found best friend girlfriend. Her lover.

Her... King?

She purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to appear hard to get... but she can't help her self from giggling.

"Hehehe!~ Welllllll~ I'll be your Queen! Under a few conditions!" she nods.

"First, you have to give me one kiss every day! Just like the one we just had! Second, I want to cuddle under the moon light, like in Vampiric Love! Third, you have to let me protect you, for the rest of our lives!"

She wraps her arms around him, getting closer...

"And finally, my last condition- you have to be my King! A-And..."

Suddenly... the sound of his pulse rings in her ears. She sweats. Being so close to his neck... she swallows. She feels two little fangs poke her bottom lip. Her breath is heavy against his skin. What lays beneath is all she can think about.

"A-And... u-um..." she whispers.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Pop...

Her two little fangs sink into the flesh of his neck, but they barely penetrate enough to draw a large amount of blood. She can't help herself. She grips on to his head, pushing him down on the bed with an extreme amount of force, licking and lapping at his oozing skin.

There's a knock on the door. It swings open.

"DUSKY!!!! I'm here!!!!!!!" Azazel's voice rings through the room.

@righteousxavenger

It’s been years… no, months… weeks?

She’s not sure.

She’s not even sure what time of day it is, or… really, how she got into this situation. It’s all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it’s people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can’t even produce one single tear.

“Oh, my sweet Dusk… you’ve done so well…” a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

“The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel… just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?”

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn’t even wince.

“ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL… I know you’re helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he’s not coming… he doesn’t love you. So give it up.”

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn’t get slapped like that again, but she just… doesn’t have the energy to spare.

“Tch…”

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly… she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

“Oh…” the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, “So I guess you did find your way to Heaven’s Door after all… ”

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It… can’t be.

“Kaspar…?”

[clumsyangel]

Their kiss feels like an eternity. Time stops. Bliss. Their eternal connection solidified. As they kiss, a small fang pokes her lip... her eyes shoot open as they pull away, their foreheads still touching. She tries her best to ignore the little fang riddling her lip, hopefully he doesn't notice. But... the thirst is there.

"I love you, Kaspar... I... I think I've loved you even before I met you on Aster... is that strange?" she laughs.

She gazes upon a blurry figure, but she doesn't need to see. She knows. She keeps her hands on his face, lightly tracing. Memorizing. Adoring.

She giggles contently at his comment, nodding, gasping.

"S-So! Does this make us best friend girlfriends? L-Like in Vampiric Love?" she grabs on to his shoulders. Her grip is... strong?

"Hmmm... but... I don't think I could make a good Queen for you, Kas... I can barely be down in Hell for more than five minutes... I'm... I'm sorry."

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[clumsyangel]

The air feels heavy. Heavy with emotion. Unspoken words finally boiling to the surface. She keeps her gaze fixated on the vague figure of him. She feels him get closer... closer.

"H-Hi...!"

Warmth. He's the warm one now. She immediately wraps her arms around him, holding him with slightly more strength than before. His heart is a neverending song repeating and repeating, reminding her that this is where she is meant to be.

Finally home.

With teary eyes meet his teary eyes.

"H-Huh?"

Well, I guess that would explain the thirst. But she doesn't think much of it.

"It's not your fault, silly! I'm okay! And besides, being a Fallen can't be all bad..." she pokes his chest playfully, "Especially since my favorite person IS one!"

She leans back into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"And he's a good guy!" she whispers.

He's strong. Somehow, he feels... stronger since last they met. His frame nearly encases her entire body, his words... he means them, with every ounce of his being. They come from his heart.

Then, he speaks. She pulls back to look upon him, the best she can.

"Mhm! You're a King!!!!! How EXCITING! How's it been going? Do you like it?"

But he keeps speaking. He seems eager to get whatever it is off his chest. And... she listens intently. The nagging want to see him clearly is like an itch that can't be scratched. In a brief second of desperation, she brings her hands to his face. She traces her finger tips down the bridge of his nose, the curvatures of his cheeks... basking and memorizing every pore and fine detail, a clear picture being painted in her mind. His skin is soft, wet from tears. She can feel him trembling... tongue tied and anxious.

"Shhh sh sh... it's okay..." she whispers softly, blinking out more tears. Her finger tips land at his lips, and they linger there. She's taken aback. Her mouth hangs agape.

"Y-Your... Queen? M-Me?"

I love you.

I love you.

I... I love you...

To... me?

Silence hangs in the air for a few seconds before she lets out a half laugh half sob, tears spilling from her eyes. She holds his face with passion, pressing their foreheads together. Their noses touch. She giggles, closing her eyes.

In this moment, they are inseparable. The golden thread that tied them together was clearer than ever. Their love was mutual, ringing together, their hearts beating as one. After so, so long...

She pulls away from his face once more. She looks at him... smiling through tears. For a second, just one split second, she sees him... clear as day. Crimson eyes of tears, a small fang riddling his lip, his gentle face flushed with the aftermath of his words.

Her friend. Her protector. Her lover. Her Kaspar.

Words felt empty in comparison to what she feels inside. She giggles once more before passionately pressing her lips against his. Their cheeks are wet with tears, boiling over from their combined blushes and heat.

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[clumsyangel]

She's antsy, glancing around the room. Melinda speaks to her, her voice soft and gentle. It comforts her. Not being able to see all that well was a bit alarming, along with the anticipation to see him... but Melinda was calming and sweet.

She nods softly to Melinda, but her focus is still on the door.

"... I'll send him in right when you're all settled, okay? I know you missed him," Melinda chirps, "And I know he missed you, too..."

Dusk smiles, nodding bashfully as she takes her hand and leads her to the bathroom.

"Let's get you all nice and cleaned up, and clean these wounds a bit..."

She's lead into a warm, bubbly bath. Her entire form relaxes into the warm embrace of the water, soothing her wounds and aching body.

"I bet that feels good!" Melinda says, gently rubbing her back with a soft wash cloth.

"Mmmhmmmm........" she sighs, her eyes closed, "Thank you!!"

"Of course, sweetheart! It looks like the fluids are already helping a little, too!"

"A-Ah! Yes, I... I do feel a little better now that you mention it..."

Once all dried off and dressed in a fluffy white night gown, Melinda leads her back into the room, dragging an IV pole behind. She tucks her into a hospital bed.

"Alright, sweetheart! I'll go get him. Just wait here, alright?"

"O-Okay! Thank you again, Melinda! I'm feeling a lot better already thanks to you..." Dusk smiles. She feels a little more energetic than before, the color in her face beginning to return.

Melinda pets her head before leaving the room.

Silence. For what feels like an eternity, but really it's only a few moments.

Her heart flutters. She feels... nervous. It only crossed her mind now of how... rough she must look. She flushes with embarrassment. Nothing she can do to really help it, she thinks.

D-Did he hear what I said that day... when I went to Heaven...? Does he remember?

What does he even think of me?

Hmmmm... what if he's too busy being the King of Hell to... have a best friend girlfriend? It seems like really intense work...

Oh, god oh god.....

She burries her face in the sheets, burritoing herself in the comforter... when suddenly, she hears the door open. She looks up.

She sees a figure in the door way, a figure she can only assume is... him. She knows.

She smiles wide.

"KASPAR!!!" she jolts up, sitting on her knees. Her arms are open, completely ignoring the IV lodged into her wrist.

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[clumsyangel]

She nods and clutches on to the water bottle with both hands, raising it to her lips and drinking deeply. She nearly chugs the whole thing.

...

Still thirsty. In fact, she almost feels thirstier. How odd.

She looks up at Kaspar, or what she perceived to be Kaspar at least, and hands him the cannister.

"Thank you..."

Something about not being able to see very clearly made her heart ache. She reaches out to touch his face, when suddenly, she finds herself being whisked away by her father.

She merely smiles at her father's comment, clutching his arm affectionately, but also for support.

"Thanks, Dad."

She turns back to look at Kaspar a little. She takes a shaky breath, her eyes glazed over with tears. All she can do is smile at him, helpless. But safe, comfortable, surrounded by her family at long last. Kaspar...

Then suddenly, they're transported into a sea of black, which disintegrates into light once more. The air is ever so sweet, familiar... a gentle breeze graces her cheeks. The sound of children playing, people conversing. Aster.

She hears a somewhat familiar voice.

"Dr. Freeman?"

"S-Sure! I don't mi-" she starts before Azazel interrupts.

"D-Dad!" she laughs, "I don't mind at all! U-Um... if Kaspar could come with me, too..."

"Of course he can, sweetie! Lets go," he says, tugging her into the clinic. Dr. Freeman looks at Kaspar and shrugs.

She's led into what she can only assume is an exam room of sorts. The exam table is cold. Azazel stands near her, holding her hand.

"Alright, Miss Chosen... how are you feeling?" Dr. Freeman asks as he begins his exam.

"U-Um... I feel a lot better now that I'm home!" she smiles, "I... I'm just really sleepy... I can't see very well, and uh... I'm really thirsty."

Azazel looks at Dr. Freeman, a concerned look. Dr. Freeman purses his lips, shining a light in Dusk's eyes.

"Hmm... it seems you have lost some eye sight. But I think with the proper treatment, it can get better!" he chirps, "Let's get some fluids going, and some liquid nutrition, see if we can get you eating a little," he says, patting her head gently, "I'm going to keep you here for a few days so I can keep an eye on you, but we'll have you feeling better in no time," he smiles.

Dusk nods happily.

"Thanks, Doctor!"

"Of course, now–" Dr. Freeman shifts his focus to a nurse, "Melinda, could you escort the Chosen to a room, please? Set her up with some IVs, and a bath of Holy water."

"Of course, Doctor," the nurse takes Dusk's other hand, and along with Azazel, they escort her to her room, "We will get you feeling better in no time, sweetie."

Dusk looks back at Kaspar. She wants him to come with her... the door closes.

Silence.

Dr. Freeman sighs, looking up at Kaspar.

"She's not quite a Fallen yet... her Angelic powers will hopefully be restored the more time she spends on Aster. But... I want to keep her over night to make sure she doesn't hurt anyone. That thirst..."

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[clumsyangel]

She opens her eyes, slowly. The sun was bright, wincing a little in response.

She feels Kaspar let go of her, her body slumping down, her feet kiss the dead grass. It almost instantly springs to life when she touches it. It's warm... flowers poke through. It's hard for her to stand for long, so she clutches on to Kaspar's arm for support.

Until she's being held— a warm, protective embrace. Her father, at long last. She knows it's him... the smell of mahogany and smoke fills her senses, his prickly face rubbing against hers.

"D-Dad?"

The tears don't stop coming. She uses every ounce of strength she has to hug him back.

"Dad..." she tucks her face into the curvature of his neck, crying and laughing.

"I won't leave you or Kaspar ever again, I promise!" she whispers, smiling through tears.

Then of course, Sin.

They have their debocle, but Dusk can't be upset at his words. She's home, nothing can dim her happiness in this moment. Not even Sin relentlessly making fun of her.

"Hi, Sin!" she waves.

"'Sup, Dank... I... I guess it's good to see ya. Dickhead over here wouldn't stop cryin' about you. But... I'm over here, angel bitch..."

"H-Huh?"

Turns out, she was waving to a tree over in the distance.

"O-Oh..."

"Dusk..." Azazel touches her face, his face somber.

"My eyesight... it must be a little weird. It was really, really bright up in Heaven, and my body... my body couldn't really keep up with healing itself..."

Silence. Even if she can't see very well, she is intuitive. She can feel the space heavy with concern.

"I-It's okay!" she smiles, "I'm just happy to be home! I'm sure once I rest a little, my sight will come back to me!" she gives Azazel another hug, the flowers and fresh grass spreading all around them.

Muffins?

"I... I'm not really hungry, actually... I... I think I just want to take a bath... and I'm really really thirsty!"

Dusk not wanting muffins?

Thirsty.....?

Azazel gives Kaspar a frightened look.

Oh, no.

"Hmmm... guess that makes you a vampire bitch now..."

@righteousxavenger

It's been years... no, months... weeks?

She's not sure.

She's not even sure what time of day it is, or... really, how she got into this situation. It's all cloudy.

All she knows is that she is tired, her eyes crusted with dried blood soaked up by a blindfold. Her body is frail and weak, her wings have gone numb from the burning of silver on her otherworldly flesh. An insatiable thirst has taken her over.

But even still, she still prays and hopes that he will come for her.

Her light and purity has been almost drained completely. She can feel it. She knows the destruction of her light and how it must be completely enveloping Aster and it's people by now. The suffering she has caused. She cries thinking of it, but her body can't even produce one single tear.

"Oh, my sweet Dusk... you've done so well..." a menacing voice pierces through an otherwise silent void.

"The process is almost complete. You really are such a good little Angel... just like your Mother. How does it feel to fulfill your purpose as a Chosen of Light?"

Silence.

Then, the sound of hand against flesh radiates the air. He slaps her cheek, but she doesn't even wince.

"ANSWER ME WHEN SPOKEN TO, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN ANGEL... I know you're helplessly waiting for that pathetic half Blackened Angel, but he's not coming... he doesn't love you. So give it up."

To be frank, she wants to respond just so she doesn't get slapped like that again, but she just... doesn't have the energy to spare.

"Tch..."

She hears him walk away from her, until suddenly... she hears the sound of a door open. The footsteps stop.

"Oh..." the devilish voice rings, a tinge of surprise, "So I guess you did find your way to Heaven's Door after all... "

Dusk raises her head slightly. A familiar presence. It... can't be.

"Kaspar...?"

[clumsyangel]

having fangs may not be a ‘‘‘necessary’’’ or ‘‘‘wise’’’ addition to my physiology but it would be very, very sexy and therefore i think i deserve them regardless,