@lychee-days requested a fluffy short with Michael as thanks for her donation.
A small hand shoves you between your wings. “You first.”
“I do not want to!”
You can’t see anything below the ledge you’re on, and the
thought of falling infinitely fills you with more dread than contemplating a
quick end against sharp rocks. Besides, you could probably be picked up by a
caretaker even if you crashed, so long as you landed on something solid.
You can’t be rescued if no one can find you, though.
“I told you. Gabriel is too scared,” one of the cherubs from
a neighboring nest whispers, loud enough that everyone hears.
“Gabriel is only a cherub,” Michael says, stepping between
you and the fledglings, scowling, hands clenched tight.
“You are only as strong as the weakest in the nest,” another
cherub chimes in.
Which makes you the weak link.
“Gabriel is not weak!” Michael shouts. You lean forward over
the abyss, a small whine building in your throat. Maybe Michael doesn’t think
you’re weak, but the rest of the nests in your area think it’s ridiculous that
you’re babied and coddled. Dead weight, grounding your nestmates.
The argument escalates, but you’re not focusing on the
words. Taking a step back, you suck in a deep breath, shaking in terror. Maybe
you’re not as strong as Ramiel, or Michael, or Israfel.
But you’ll keep trying, keep working at it until you can
look after them too.
Another deep breath, and then you launch forward, springing
off the cliff edge with a half-jubilant, half-terrified scream. You force your
wings open but the force of the wind tearing past pushes them too far back.
Now the screaming is pure fear, your mind reaching for your
siblings, desperate for them to save you.
It’s impossible, but you swear you can feel them beside you.
This time your wings flare and catch the wind, slowing your descent. Tears
stream down your cheeks. You’re still stuck, still going to go down—
“Gabriel!”
A small figure, only a little bigger than yourself, almost
plummets past before crashing into you. For a few heartrending seconds you’re
sure that both of you are going to go down together, but then Michael grabs
your hands.
“Beat your wings!”
You flap them, panicky and quick, but it works, and now
you’re hovering.
Michael’s skin lights up, Grace flaring in an uncontrolled
burst of delight.
“Gabriel, you are flying!” he cries.
“I am flying! I am really flying!” It’s as surprising for
you as it is for him.
Laughter warms you as he squeezes your hands, eyes crinkled
as he beams at you. You squeeze his hands back, your own laughter, breathy and
a touch shaky, joining his.
“You are amazing,” he declares. “But you did not have to
prove anything to them. They are merely jealous because you are special.”
You let go of one of his hands so you can get better
bearings on your surroundings. “I did not do it for them,” you tell him. “I did
it because I want to be strong for you.”
Michael is momentarily stunned to speechlessness, staring at
you with wide eyes. “We are stronger together, though. Thank you for jumping
after me,” you tell him, squeezing his larger hand tight.
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Everyone should be familiar with the concept of ‘All evil requires
to win is the apathy of others.’ The time for action is now.
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can we still send asks? or would you prefer we dont?
If you have an ask, please do send it in! I do read them (and no matter the content, the fact people still send things always gives me a burst of motivation and feels), even though I haven’t sat down to reply to any in a while. Work has been exhausting and with everything else going on I’m afraid I haven’t been as productive as I would like.
To that end, a fun(?) fact about my writing process. I write a scene, but I loathe fluffing word count (this is a me thing; I understand for many people it’s easier to copy-paste and change a little bit for different variations of a scene). So after writing, I will go through variations and try to cut down on any repetitions that might go towards the word count without representing new information.
I just wanted to know if you're still working on SOS The Mortal Coil?
In short, yes. I haven’t had time for the tumblr much lately, and the update is difficult to push out as I spend a lot of time trying to pick up from my last short session working on the game, but this game isn’t going anywhere and will be completed.
