Here as first post to our stand, we hide to the shadows; watching in mute and still as statues. Someone would have to look back from where they came through to see us both. Our first day passes without anyone or anything of reporting issue. Those whom have, had reasons of being here and have the items in proof of it (be it a letter of request or trade good crates that I did check for the real deal).
The second day had us stood at either side, mirroring our actions with watching those that pass as we are both wear masks to hide which is who. Regardless of what happens around us, we must not go into it. Unless the safety of other's or our realm is at stake. Or if a protected guest among us is in danger – this place is a safe haven for those wishing protection from tainted ideals.
There is a dark side of this place that should be the award for being a saint. I have to say, the way things are from this view are nothing like them from the living realms. At the centre of this, there is conflict in what they should stand to being for what realms choose this place to be. Here is it much a hell for one living realm as this a heaven for another. So those places where demons come from have this affect too; this all covered up and sugar coated in the angel teachings or put under as damper on pride for demons. Blinded is what both side are from seeing there isn't white or black.
That good and evil is like those shades; unreal colours. In fact the belief of the colour pure white is a legend to the angels that they stride in becoming. I say the closes white that anyone will get is have a stand of all colours in pale shades.
That a true angel can never be one without a darker side, but a risk of being a fallen is what they worry about more.
The week draws on with no passing issues, dragged along with little to happen. The only spicy of anything to happen is the guessing game of what the next trader's going to being or what race they claim to be. I quite like playing jokings on the Clothus that pass through – they are easy to unnerve.
"I believe it time you move pot for the day." We faded into shadows, staying around, "When did they hire ghosts?" this group of folks were normal and so were the fact they were bigger then normal titles. There not normal looking for the races that come through here. There is a share of knowing this was oddly wrong. Watching at the shadows, as if the shadow.
They stick around here for a while, approached by the few that been asked to give things over. Nothing handed to or from is much of a worry. They lingered enough to have someone else to notice and come forwards with asking what help they needed.
"Just need a guide over to the living." This have a chain reaction of waves passing around back to a circle.
"Just ask the watchers behind you. Although they are rookies, at least one of them can know where to lead you through the land of the living." The group passes odd looks back around us and the angel, "Watcher's never leave their post unless tasked by higher inner ranks."
"I can trust you both to stay together and watch this group. There is always the way back home." Someone briefed about where this lot were going. That we are to back ready for long stays over daylight hours and whom we expect to mean in possibility with those angels already there. That our training for weapons is now required for survival. I didn't linger with listening, I let my partner hear all that. I stocked around the group; giving them a fair assessment for if they going to make it out there or not. There is a lot of weapons, which is good. Skill?
"Hey, what is your problem?" Touching things that aren't mine with looking at a dagger up close. Dull knife and to shiny to suggest unused.
"We should pack, partner." Castor takes it from me, "You know best."
"Why not?" I danced around him with altering to a lady figure, pass a stare to how the other reacted. Yeah, "Looks like dead weight here. Worth nothing more then the stake they make."
"You will have to apologise my pet. We all know how rude that sounded." My daring Castor there to ease others, "better go shuffle with everything we are going to need. I was told to say; fallout dry."
"Bomb site, huh… why would anyone want to go there?" I walked away and disappear, off I were to pick up everything needed.
I made light bags of the lunches and weapons we will take with us but I carried the big stuff. I double checked on my ways around back, made a pick up of some minor trade goods too and thing maybe wanted delivered to the folks up on the fronts. I sing along my way through; enjoying the shopping spree.
"Hey lady!" I twirled around to the caller, find it one of the group were with, "Wow, you do hear me." Stepping up as a humanly smiled with waiting to listen to what they had to say, "I was wondering if you could be able to help with reading something." A scroll of skin paper and from what seems not around here. I have a look and see the seal is a spell. No a fool, "Something the matter?"
"The seal on this document, it's a curse." I hand it back, "Only the intended reader is able to read that without misfortune."
"It's from a grim." I peered a little darker about that, "Shesh, you're not a angel." I ease off and just smile. Have it back in my hand. I prayer over this paper and myself; thus melting the spell off it. From here I am able to open this document and look at it. Not read it for now. A rune scribble spell. Activation is a reading type. I want to guess but I not going to try. It's rolled back up and handed back, "Uh…"
"I don't read random things. I have difficaulty to begin with." I tilt with a more depressing smile, "I would highly recommend our library of knowledge to work out what that is. Would you like me to guide you there?"
They blink at me a few time, looked at the scroll all confused and just goes walking around back to the group. I looked to a witness watcher and have a shurg about what all that was about. They get the message and have it recorded down and reported. I stepped into the crowds, changed face and looks. A more elegent white dressed lady in a maquiade mask, long white hair and covered eyes. No ranked wings at my side. I slip through and then fit right as a waitress.
Here is the gathering social point where all meet when ready. I play mimic for a white and then had my hand offered in dance with a very high ranked angel. I continue to play along.
"I hope your past as the name twilight doesn't huant you on your visit back."
"It shouldn't and if it does; I would be meeting some very aged friends. I may know my way around with the darker side; but it doesn't mean I agreed to their ideas." Fluttered in a spin and back to slow steps, "I am not afraid of that and I have been never worried of how my partner sees me. I understand this trips a wake up to what he knows, despite our efforts to teach him ahead of time. I am very well preapered to give up my life for him."
"You should not have to think of it that way."
"I am happy to accept I am no clean soul but my reasons for my actions is what lead me to be born here. That's that realms system in sorting souls in crossing. If my partner has no faith in me, I would be hurt yet I would equally understand." I sigh, "Many things about my past is going to huant me, but I am accepting that I must move on, forgiving and accepting punishments where needed."
"And that's what brought you to us. that forgiving, love and try of understanding."
"I have adapted to think like that." I sigh and they stared oddly, "In my real shape and full colours; all I will ever hear around me is that of others screaming at me. They scream because they fear what they don't want to understand. They take weapons and try to peel me to bones or pump lead through me. All those attempts I tried to fit in somewhere as myself." I looked to the group unaware of us dancing, "The close I have ever had from that was with my partner. Such a fearless soul that sees me as some little lizard." The music was finishing. We take bow at the end of this song, "I would give up anything to keep that; but that's to much a burden on another. I knew how much that my grief and true emtion weighs."
"You doubt he would stay when he learns?"
"That's the uncertainty I can't seem to answer." I give my prayer of protect one him as he trades the same. We bowed a last time, "My true colour isn't so white and I wonder if that be harsh to bare for him." With my words I faded in my colours with whom I am currently. I more gothic dress of black, styled bun sliver hair with playful netting. Finishing mask and vale.
I twirled in the moving away from the dancing and on to head on greating with my partner. Lowered to stare through him, give my little light purr and smile in greeting.
"What's with the dark tones? Looks different." He tickled a good spot and laughed, "You remember them."
My tail with his light back of weapons, lunch and drink. He looked through and gets it all on. I danced about with helping on the ear rings.
"She's coming with us? without weapons." I have my belt off and turned a spear, "Where you get the style for someone to make that?" I smile an snickered at them. No answer.
"Better not dust any clothus on a journey sis, you have the grim on you again."
"But I didn't dust anyone before." I complain, "I found them like that."
"Sure, and you didn't help them out a pickle?"
"I have you know, since you would have read it too."
"Yes, the princess sister you saved."
The Group we are hanging out with had a few muttering. The more noticeable one asks.
"what is up with this pair?"
"One's not an angel." They peering at us both. They didn't know which of us it was. I twirled away the spear back to a belt, and put on a few extra wepaons. Do a nails check (even my hidden other arms have a moment).
"We better get there before dawn rises. Whom know whom be ashes then." The glared oddly with how I knew that, "I don't control the weather, partner. The lands a self-moving uncontrollable chaos there."
"I think I finally have a name for you." My partner muttered to my ear, "We should have a exchange before departing."
"Are you sure that you would wish that?"
"We share your burden together."
"Even if you fall in the result?" I whispered, "I am not a pure heart or cleaned slate."
"I don't think anyone is when the scales that measure us cares for your reasons why you had to." I blinked a while, "I read all your books, even the one's you said not to. Those names washed on tears on those pages."
I did tear up and fail in hiding them. Hugged around so warm and welcomed. Selfless. These tears were on him; for him that is baring my sins with me. I am scared he loss his wings because of me. I find my tear sizzling on the floor but no on him or me. I prefer to bare my sins face on where needed and be dealt by me. I don't really wish to share such dark deeds on him. It be unfair.
"We are staying another night here anyways." Someone spoke out, "So whatever needs clearing needs to be done tonight."
"Yes."
Echoed and directed over to the resting areas. Here we made those preapations and paid out prices in sharing a piece of each other as the exchange. I took up my real shape and form. Coiling over the bed half thrice over. His expression unchanged when seeing my real body. In some way, he seems to have a grin wider then a mile when seeing me like this. I had drifted to deep rest as, this was all I had to do. How I felt and what I drifted through in my dreams.
What I knew and how I remember the little things. Those that I knew alive stood in a crowds; those I knew I had to take their lives… they are the one's that put locks on me. I looked at how there are mirrors; one reflecting what I see of myself and the other of what my eyes often see of the reflection. There became a third mirror, of my minds reflecting; that clothed figure in a lay mask interlinked in chains. The few links were already shattered, frozen at a point of glass fragments holding me together. This is that shape I where in my mind; how my head sees myself. Horror mummy prop.
"I wanted to ask you if you had a real name to go by." I fluttered in hidden for a moment, I study his image. He looks so much older here, a proper high ranked archangel with the dyed cloth of grey. I stepped out, tilted with inspecting him closer, "Did you have a name?"
"I were fooled the last time someone asked me. Hurt for it and forced to do many things. It's taken a long time to get out of that distrusted mood. I have chosen to disown the name and so no longer allow it control me." I looked up to him as I have in training days before this, "I willing to take a new name and start new that way, but understand this isn't new as in clean slated. There is every possibility my past will bite me one day in turn that could also mean you to. You protected in not giving me deal then you are if you continue now."
"Then I will accept that you are tainted by your past because I know you want to be redeemed or reclaim things lost from it." offered his hand across to me, "If I had a lifespan that recounted my other lives; I wouldn't be as so pure as the other angels." Took that hand well with accepting that answer and even hugged around with being happy that he will accept.
"Even if I had murdered others of our own race." I asked in clafication.
"You wouldn't anymore uless it became our new duty. You seen the politics about heritics here."
"well. Speaking as a ex-slave… something I try hard to lock away from fact. Hands forced into things I should never had."
"We can work it out, there will always be the hope of being forgiven and the right by duel trial." I felt so much off me shatter, those extra chains on this form shattering as fragements across me image. Shared in that hug he whispered ever so softly my summoning name of which will never be spoke or written. The promises of safe guarding each other, fallen or not.
Drifted back out from dreaming, waking up with laying him gently; letting him rest and stay within the order of my mind.
Dressing a new outfit and picking up four spares each. I have everything needed, I have everything but anything he wants to finish getting. The the last few letters for us, the office passing papers, and have one last word with the one whom sending off.
Quite a dancer they are… likely still there. Want me to fetch them for you? Sure.
He sits up and share with a sigh, knowing how much the beloved general can be most times in vists. I finish the touches with being gear with a few new styled weapons of my making. Trade a few with my partner Castor, so he may have them in case. The only makers mark on them is the four claw cut on a hilt or handle. He fixes up with the few things and heads off. I play around with hair colours and ended up silver. The giving off my current 20's style age. I put on the right sort of free moment clothing I can; pulling off the mock angel going out to duty. I made sure to do my last checks of rooms and pick up anything entrails towards leaving to the living lands.
Circled back around with a gentle greet with these strange group of folks that required our skills at the living side. From the sound of it, they want traceless no ones to act in witness to the things they set out to do. Overhearing the list of exiles, traitors of business and frauds to be dealt a loss. None of them crop me up or anyone I would think to remember at all. They are all to sudden in their silence with how eventually I stepped around in short notice.
"Good evening, was there anything else needed before we leave?" spoke so lightly and handed what to them is a heavy bagged item, "Would you like this hidden away out of sight but in grasping reach?"
"I should take it." handed back off me, "don't need it disappearing." I nod with understanding and stand back behind them but around with listening. My sight doesn't need to wonder, I just need it with tracing my writing from the shadows.
The muttering as a celebration of last drink is passed around for Castor, the general even me coming with is in the understanding we are going to be lost. This is that last time that could me we be back here, welcomed like.
I can see through the motives and cut down to how the actions were. I were even mistake to take the drink, watched it turned to water in my hands and not this nector of sweet heaven that it should have been. I act acorrdingly with how I should react with something heavenly good. I keep my ears on everyone around me.
"Time we get going." The group stood with last drinks and wondered through, I picked up a few things by shadows. Did a open magic trick of clearing the table of the glasses and placing them to the bar side – clapped in the trick and many scratched heads on how I did it. Trying with empty glasses, joking to each other. I offered my hand in leading but find we walked together, stepping in following the group cycling through the passing broader.
"Castor, you heading out there?"
"As the general requested. Maybe a test on how strong willed we are." Marks checked across his arms.
"Where's you partner?"
"She's watching the group around boundary, do you need her marks checking too?"
"No. Just never noticed you had a pet around. What happened to your lizard anyways?"
"They are still the same in some aspects but have changed for the better."