what’s the deal with some of the guardians missing shell? are they falling?
Finally getting round to answering some questions now I'm feeling lot better-
There is a difference between missing shells and being cracked. Missing parts tend to be clean cut, not having any 'cracks'
If anything I could compare the texture to being that of a broken in half china cup.
Angel skin takes a very verrry long time to grow back, so often when an angel loses a a piece of themselves in a fight and are unable to get it back (there's a whole other tale about angel skin collecting demons like Stolforns) they simple just have to live without it
(aka losing ya arms so you gotta live without em for a while)
Some higher rank angels are so powerful, that they don't feel the need to even wear protective skin to shield away their innards. The way it's differentiable from a demon, is that demon innards tend to stretch out instead of staying packed tightly.
Left is the example of a high rank angel (Power) still maintaining a packed form with their innards while on the right shows a fallen guardian angel whose insides have been elongated and thinned out, like a bag full of spaghetti that was just burst.
Meanwhile, when an Angel falls- their skin begins to break on it's own forming notable cracks along the surface. Usually when this begins, it can be reversed within a short amount of time but usually when an angel is headed down that path, there is no return for them.
To continue using the tea cup analogy, it's when they begin to 'chip'
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@kulekrizpy gave me the word "bundle" and the ship Lumity, and this is what I came up with!
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“You, uh, might wanna bundle up.”
Amity glances down at her light jacket and tugs on her purple scarf. “Isn’t this enough? I know it’s cold, but I’ve been to The Knee before and I’ve been fine in this.”
“Amity, this is a Connecticut Winter. It’s, like, three times as cold as The Knee.”
Amity scoffs. “The Knee is the coldest part of the Isles. There’s no way Connecticut is colder.”
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Connecticut, as it turns out, is colder.
Luz pulls Amity through the portal and into the Human Realm, at which point Amity immediately begins to shiver.
Luz tries to hide her shit eating grin, but apparently fails, because Amity glares at her.
“Cold, Amity?”
“Nope,” Amity says, turning her (very red) nose up in the air, “This is nothing.”
“Mmhm,” Luz replies, but doesn’t say any more. She keeps her grip tight on Amity’s hand as she leads her through the trees. When they get to the clearing where Luz’s house is, Amity starts to gravitate that way, but Luz just keeps walking past it.
“Wh-where are we going?” Amity asks, teeth chattering.
Luz glances at Amity and stops walking as soon as she sees her face. “Oh my god, Amity, I didn’t realize you were that cold!”
“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amity says, shaking like a cat after a bath.
Luz slaps a hand to her face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to start this competition thing, if I say you win will you stop by my house and put winter clothes on?”
Amity appraises Luz with her eyes narrowed. “I win?”
“You win.”
“Okay,” Amity finally says, “Then take me to your house, I’m freezing and I can’t feel my feet, what is wrong with Connecticut???”
“You know, you’re not the first person to ask me that,” Luz says, taking Amity’s hand once again.
It’s only a few steps to Luz’s house, and as soon as Luz opens the door, Amity darts inside to defrost.
“Wait here for a sec, okay?”
Amity gives a shaky thumbs up from the corner, where she’s rubbing her hands together to get some feeling back into them.
Luz appears again a minute later, a sweatshirt in her hands.
“Here,” she says, “Put this on.”
“Is this yours?” Amity asks.
“Yeah, is that okay?”
To Luz’s surprise, Amity starts to blush. It’s been a few months since they started dating, and as they’ve gotten more comfortable with each other, Amity’s blush has become more and more scarce.
This one feels like a gift, and Luz can’t contain her smile.
“Why are you smiling?”
“You’re just really adorable,” Luz says honestly, and Amity’s blush darkens.
“It’s just…this is your sweatshirt, right? I’ve- I’ve always wanted to wear a cute girls sweatshirt.”
“Awwww, you think I’m cute?”
“Maybe.”
“Prove it, then!”
“How do I prove-”
Luz interrupts her with a swift kiss on the lips. When she pulls away, Amity is rolling her eyes, but she’s smiling, too.
“That made no sense, you know.”
“I know. I just wanted a reason to kiss you.”
“You don’t need a reason to kiss me, you can just kiss me,” Amity says, taking off her jacket. She pulls the sweatshirt over her head and then fixes her frizzy hair.
“You mean like, if I wanted to kiss you right now, I could?”
Amity smiles, and Luz can’t help but smile back, because she’s just so happy and Amity is her girlfriend, and sometimes it’s nice to have the reminder.
“You could,” Amity agrees, reaching a hand up to cup Luz’s cheek, and suddenly Luz is nervous. Like, yeah, sure, she literally just kissed Amity, but this time Amity is initiating. And they haven’t kissed that much, and her bravado from before is completely gone, and her heart is positively quaking.
“Are you okay?” Amity asks, “Do you not want me to-”
“No, I do!!!!!! I really do!!!! I mean- I uh- just- kiss me, please?” she finishes dumbly, sure that now Amity won’t want to.
But Amity gives her a soft smile that melts Luz’s insides. She leans in, closing her eyes (at which point Luz remembers that, right, she’s supposed to be closing her eyes too), and presses her lips to Luz’s.
It’s soft and gentle, and Amity’s lips are freezing, and Luz feels another pang of guilt for making Amity so cold, but as the kiss continues Luz stops thinking anything entirely. It’s just the two of them in Luz’s doorway, and Luz loses herself in the feeling of Amity’s lips on hers.
When they pull apart, Luz is quite literally speechless. Amity, however, tries to speak over her nerves. “So, did you wanna go somewhere? I know we were on our way to some place, so uh maybe we should go and-”
“Actually,” Luz says, regaining the power of speech, “Can we stay here? I have a fireplace, and hot chocolate.”
“But didn’t you wanna go somewhere else?”
“Yeah, but now I kinda….just wanna be alone with you.”
Amity fiddles with the strings on Luz’s sweatshirt. “You do?”
“Uh huh. We can, uh, cuddle maybe?”
Luz curses inwardly. That was a really really awkward, weird thing to say, wasn’t it?
But apparently Amity doesn’t think so, because she smiles so wide her eyes sparkle.
“I’d love that,” she says.
Luz grins back and takes Amity’s hand, and Amity can’t help but think that she is just so incredibly grateful that she chose not to bundle up.
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