Username:agdhani Any background information: Simon has done something very bad...without knowing it. Excerpt:
“What have you done to me?”
The words were a cold, harsh hiss that startled him just as much as the sudden presence of someone else in his room a familiar presence that he recognized from years of knowing in the dawning moments before waking. That was when Simon knew, before he turned to face the intruder, that his knowledge of this presence was much more recent. Seeing anger in those brown eyes, anger directed at him, did little to diminish his certainty then that all of his suppositions were correct.
“Leliel.”
The black-haired angel opened his mouth to speak, to question how the tentative mortal knew his name, but then he snapped it shut with another flash of anger in his eyes. He had watched over this one for so long that he could admit to himself that he should have expected Simon to figure out the truth all along. “What have you done?” he demanded again, taking a step forward.
Simon had never felt afraid in the company of angels before, but Leliel’s fury demanded a healthy level of respect. Angels, at least some of them, had the power to destroy, or so said innumerable legends and accounts written in a myriad of languages. Though Simon had no good answer for him, if the angel was making an accusation, then Simon had done something, something wrong enough to draw down the wrath of an angel…and perhaps God himself.
“I don’t…” he stammered, his heart hammering in his chest, causing his words to be barely audible.
“Your hand.”
Leliel pointed and as if on command Simon’s fist unclenched to expose the medallion within it. Brown eyes now flashed a deep violet flecked with orange and he reached to snatch the object away. His thin fingers had not yet touched the metal when he yelped and jerked back, staring at the metal disk as though he had been burned by it. “How could you…do this…to me…?”
“Leliel…”
But as abruptly as he had appeared, he was gone again, but in that parting look Simon saw less of anger then he did hurt and fear. But fear of what, Simon wondered. What was this medallion that an angel should shrink from it so? What could a mere mortal possibly have done that could hurt of frighten an angel?
And burning just as deeply in his heart was the question of what he could possibly do to make things right again.
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Any background information: Simon has done something very bad...without knowing it.
Excerpt:
“What have you done to me?”
The words were a cold, harsh hiss that startled him just as much as the sudden presence of someone else in his room a familiar presence that he recognized from years of knowing in the dawning moments before waking. That was when Simon knew, before he turned to face the intruder, that his knowledge of this presence was much more recent. Seeing anger in those brown eyes, anger directed at him, did little to diminish his certainty then that all of his suppositions were correct.
“Leliel.”
The black-haired angel opened his mouth to speak, to question how the tentative mortal knew his name, but then he snapped it shut with another flash of anger in his eyes. He had watched over this one for so long that he could admit to himself that he should have expected Simon to figure out the truth all along.
“What have you done?” he demanded again, taking a step forward.
Simon had never felt afraid in the company of angels before, but Leliel’s fury demanded a healthy level of respect. Angels, at least some of them, had the power to destroy, or so said innumerable legends and accounts written in a myriad of languages. Though Simon had no good answer for him, if the angel was making an accusation, then Simon had done something, something wrong enough to draw down the wrath of an angel…and perhaps God himself.
“I don’t…” he stammered, his heart hammering in his chest, causing his words to be barely audible.
“Your hand.”
Leliel pointed and as if on command Simon’s fist unclenched to expose the medallion within it. Brown eyes now flashed a deep violet flecked with orange and he reached to snatch the object away. His thin fingers had not yet touched the metal when he yelped and jerked back, staring at the metal disk as though he had been burned by it. “How could you…do this…to me…?”
“Leliel…”
But as abruptly as he had appeared, he was gone again, but in that parting look Simon saw less of anger then he did hurt and fear. But fear of what, Simon wondered. What was this medallion that an angel should shrink from it so? What could a mere mortal possibly have done that could hurt of frighten an angel?
And burning just as deeply in his heart was the question of what he could possibly do to make things right again.