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Hand in hand, angel and demon wandered into the night. Over wondrous summer landscape in the seclusion of the countryside, they’d hold onto one another tight with a smile on both their faces.
The night is cool, but not uncomfortably so. One confidently wearing a dark cardigan, the other a jacket. Here, not even distant lights of a nearby town could disturb and taint the unimaginable beauty of the swirling sky above them.
It’s a little divot they’re now laying a blanket down into. The angel smooths it out before sitting down. The demon takes off the dark glasses that hide golden eyes, and drops them down carefully.
He doesn’t sit down, however.
Instead, as a breeze hits him, he concentrates his efforts to the shifting weight behind him. He doesn’t falter, nor stumble as ebony wings unfold themselves, stretching either side of his form.
He bats them once or twice, looking behind with a smirk and a glint of mischief in his eye as the angel is looks with wide blue eyes over each feather.
They are simply stunning. You never fail to take my breath away, my dear.
So, so many thoughts. Whirling in a flurry. He doesn’t know what to do with half of them.
The demon turns to look to the stars. The ones he created in his name and Her image. Their shine and the colour of distant stardust was not visible to his serpentine eyes but he could still, just (only ever just), pluck out the dots of white from the ocean of darkness.
He spread the feathers of his wings and took a breath to bask in the silence and solitude of this moment.
As the angel continued to look on, he saw that each feather, which should be seemingly devoid of light, paradoxically mirrored the brilliance of distant stars. The feathers absorbed and emitted an almost ethereal glow, creating an intricate dance of shadow and constellations.
As another gust caught them, the surface of his largest feathers rippled like an otherworldly liquid. Intricate patterns emerged within them, reminiscent of ancient celestial maps and cosmic hieroglyphs. They almost blurred into a mist and time almost seemed to stop.
Refractions of starlight danced along the grass as it rippled. Purples, blues, pinks. They all melded together in a haze on black. Oh Lord, it was a spectacle to witness.
The angel couldn’t help but stand and reach out a hand. At a brief touch, muscles twitched under the coverts. The demon turned his head slowly. It felt as though he’d dipped his hand into an ice bath. Liquid light. So cold, yet so mesmerising in its comfort.
He couldn’t take his hand away, not when lights appeared on his sleeve as though sequins had been dropped into a swash of warm sunlight.
The angel smiled.
“Starlight.”
The demon grinned back.
“Sometimes it’s not so bad, when you get used to it.”
