~The Southern Glen~
Love had changed him.
Love and a heart and a touch, all conspiring to make him complete.
He had not thought, when he left the Divine, to be so utterly changed by the action. He had been fleeing the pain that had come with his life, with his position. He had gone to seek something more, with no clue of where that path would leave him.
From the Inn...to the cliffs, the beach...to the Divine, and forgiveness.
And now, here.
He's walking next to Mortis, his pale horse, through the woods of the area the locals call the Southern Glen.
Anyone watching would think his course aimless, wandering, but not so. In fact, shortly after he and grace had shared that blissful, almost eternal moment on the beach, the crashing surf filling their ears, as their lips had joined, as they had come together and sealed the bond between them, he had left her to sleep. He hadn't wanted to leave - his eyes had not wanted to be denied the pleasure of her in sleep, her features as angelic as her origins - but that beckoning, ethereal feeling had been upon him, begging him to stretch his wings...
...to fly. To find.
You can't resist a call like that.
He had glided over the forest, bloodred wings spread and guiding him through the whimsical currents of the air, until he had found what he was looking for.
Home.
It had been nearly demolished when he had found it - the forest overgrown around it, a small tree growing up in the middle of the stone cottage, the roof gone. But the grounds felt...hallowed...clean.
The perfect starting place for an angel, and the angel in love with her.
The Divine had been kind enough to leave him with the magic that he had come here with, and so a little of it had gone a long way to mending the broken home, cleaning up the inside, restoring it to a place of simple beauty.
Now, as he leads her along, holding her hand,he looks down at her, a smile of anticipation on his face. They are very close, and she has no idea of what it is he wants to show her.
"All right, Grace, love. Time for you to close your eyes. And no peeking..."
Love had changed him.
Love and a heart and a touch, all conspiring to make him complete.
He had not thought, when he left the Divine, to be so utterly changed by the action. He had been fleeing the pain that had come with his life, with his position. He had gone to seek something more, with no clue of where that path would leave him.
From the Inn...to the cliffs, the beach...to the Divine, and forgiveness.
And now, here.
He's walking next to Mortis, his pale horse, through the woods of the area the locals call the Southern Glen.
Anyone watching would think his course aimless, wandering, but not so. In fact, shortly after he and grace had shared that blissful, almost eternal moment on the beach, the crashing surf filling their ears, as their lips had joined, as they had come together and sealed the bond between them, he had left her to sleep. He hadn't wanted to leave - his eyes had not wanted to be denied the pleasure of her in sleep, her features as angelic as her origins - but that beckoning, ethereal feeling had been upon him, begging him to stretch his wings...
...to fly. To find.
You can't resist a call like that.
He had glided over the forest, bloodred wings spread and guiding him through the whimsical currents of the air, until he had found what he was looking for.
Home.
It had been nearly demolished when he had found it - the forest overgrown around it, a small tree growing up in the middle of the stone cottage, the roof gone. But the grounds felt...hallowed...clean.
The perfect starting place for an angel, and the angel in love with her.
The Divine had been kind enough to leave him with the magic that he had come here with, and so a little of it had gone a long way to mending the broken home, cleaning up the inside, restoring it to a place of simple beauty.
Now, as he leads her along, holding her hand,he looks down at her, a smile of anticipation on his face. They are very close, and she has no idea of what it is he wants to show her.
"All right, Grace, love. Time for you to close your eyes. And no peeking..."