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Post by Lovely on Jul 4, 2009 23:00:53 GMT -5
Name: Alessandra
Aliases: Al, Aless
Age: 21
Species: Nephalim
Position/Occupation:
Location: New York
likeness used: Anne Hathaway | ----------------- | PIC HERE
Name: Venge
Aliases:
Species: Angel
Position/Occupation: Fallen
Location: New York
likeness used: Jonathan Rhys Meyers |
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Post by Lovely on Jun 29, 2010 23:11:19 GMT -5
Name: Alessandra
Aliases: Al, Aless
Age: 21
Species: Nephalim
Position/Occupation:
Location: New York
likeness used: Anne Hathaway | ----------------- | PIC HERE
Name: Venge
Aliases:
Species: Angel
Position/Occupation: Fallen
Location: New York
likeness used: Jonathan Rhys Meyers |
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Post by Lovely on Jun 29, 2010 23:26:19 GMT -5
April 9, 2009
10:15
One could look down only so long before the ground would begin to spin mercilessly and make one dizzy from the height. It wasn't supposed to happen. He was immune like his brothers and sisters - immune to human emotions and their corruption. It was purity inherent in his kind that knew only the white, clean slate of complete faith and devotion versus the black, spiraling despair of the darkness without them. There was no in between for them. It wasn't allowed. It wasn't unheard of, however, for the rare gem to be cleaved away from the rigid, raw stone only to fall away to ground below where mortal men walked. Victor was such a rare gem: red and pale, shining and dark, lustrous, cold and unyielding in his strength, yet broken beyond the repair of the whole of the stone, forever separated from it because he'd grasped hold of the forbidden. He'd learned to want. Moreover, his destiny was sealed by what he desired for - and she was borne of creatures of dark and walked among the creatures of the earth. She was majestic to him, moreso than his stately sisters who spoke their philosophies and chided the workings of mankind. She wore a beauty more ethereal than his cousins and she'd learned a smile that could draw him down from any flow of air or mist only to be nearer to its warmth he could only imagine. And it had done exactly that. On occasion he'd come close to hear her sighs in her private moments and watch her curiosities and epiphanies as she learned and excelled in her studies and travels. Perhaps he'd only wished for it, to be able to caress her softly when tears fell, but he was sure he'd stroked her cheek to try to dry them. He could not feel the softness, dampness or cool touch against his fingers, but imagined it so very clearly. She'd likely have felt it only as a soft breeze moving past her. His reassurances were hers, and his warnings. Far be it for him to be cast in the role of a guardian angel, though for her he would gladly be. It was for her that he'd wished too hard to touch and to feel and it was for this that he'd fallen the dizzying distance to the level of men. Along the way he'd been stripped of most everything he'd known and been, but he was still that lustrous dark gem, Victor.
Ironic, it was, for him to remember his name, the relic of his existance that meant the very thing he no longer was. He was not a champion for the faith and devotion of the higher beings. He was simply Victor, a man now with a name and a muddled past he scratched at beneath a fog that filled his mind. He remembered things in shards and reflections, but nothing whole, nothing complete of what had been his life before he now stood on the ferry, facing the island and the generously gifted woman-in-green who greeted all refugees to this land, though few had arrived to the shores of this city in the same manner he had. He was still dizzy from the descent and pulled himself away from the side of the carrier, spilling his way through the thick crowd of passengers like a drunkard, reaching outward for stability as he learned the feeling of gravity against this new use of his legs.
Alessandra had lived what appeared to most to be a quiet and very private life, not many knew of the unique struggles and torture the few who existed like her, had to endure. She did what she could to fit into the world in which she lived and kept to herself, quietly helping those she could and doing what she needed to in order to survive. She didn't know why she'd been drawn to the ferry today though she often wandered until she found.. something. Aless was unusually restless and she stepped into the crowd to move to a different point and perhaps discover something interesting to pass the time. She felt someone bump into her and she turned to help steady the man, gasping at the feeling that ran through her at the contact.
He looked into her eyes, appearing haunted and lost. A smile slowly curled as he reached out to her and clasped hold, feeling the contact and reveling in it, only to find he looked into a familiar face. He clung, feeling everything - the wet air as the elation filled him and his lungs drew in real breath, the resounding thump and surge of a heart he'd not ever felt beating before now and the touch under his fingers that could now feel! He'd not tried his voice and didn't dare. Too often those who heard the voice of angels surrendered to the unimaginable force, but was that still the voice he carried? Among this many people he didn't dare attempt it and deafen them all, especially not her. Instead he nearly laughed, a soft, almost silent tremor as he reached up to her cheek, marveling at the sun's rays on her light skin and the warmth he now truly understood. He only wished to brush her cheek as he had unseen a dozen times or more.
Aless stood, gently holding onto him as she watched his expression go from haunted to elated and it appeared to have something to do with her, why she didn't understand but allowed him to grasp at her and cling as he needed to. She was aware of what he was nearly instantly but his being had been altered and since he'd never shown himself to her before she didn't easily recognise him. She smiled sweetly, the warmth in her eyes nearly rivaling that of the sun's rays, there was something so familiar about him. When he brushed his fingers over her cheek she gasped softly, she could almost swear he'd done it before. Her eyes searched his face, her questions swirling behind the gaze as she shifted slightly closer to him. "Hello to you too." She murmured softly.
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