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Loving an angel pt.3
Story & Grace © me
Nate and art ©
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After we finished our drinks, Grace smiled towards me and asked, “So… Want to go to the festival?”
“Whh… sure, why not?” I replied, feeling that she was wanting to avoid the subject. “Do you know when it starts?” I asked, gaze now focused on the preparations taking place up and down the street. It didn’t seem like a parade was likely, but who knows. “Do you think we should ask what time it is?” I asked. I saw Grace, in one movement, nod, stand and grab my hand. Before I knew it, I was being pulled at a fast pace out the door. I saw a few look at us oddly and some laugh. She stopped as she saw a man, slim in build, watching as the few men working were attaching streamers to the side of building and houses. Before I knew it, Grace had already asked when the festival was and with a big laughter the man replied.
“My dear girl, we’re setting up for the Festival del Morstica. It’s going to be big. But, to answer you're question. it’ll start at dusk. Remember to bring a costume. Any will do, and remember to have fun,” he said before yelling at a few men about misplacing a decoration.
Before we left, Grace smiled, eyes closed in joy, and then asking me, “So what are you going to dress up like?” Then she smiled again and added, before I could answer, “I can’t wait!” She started jumping up and down, soon loosing balance and falling. I tried my best to catch her as she face planted into the ground.
“Are you alright!?” I asked, concerned for her safety.
“Yea… Just a bit of street diving a suppose,” she said, slightly embarrassed. I was glad that she wasn’t hurt and surprised that not even a scratch appeared on her face.
“Well, I'm not sure what I might dress up like... Perhaps I'll just be a knight... And I have the perfect design too," I answered once she got back on her feet.
“That sounds... interesting. I’ll show you what I’ll be at the party. The sad part is though most of the stores might be closed,” she said, passing by a few grocery and bakery stores; all saying CLOSED.
I smiled and responded, taking a quick glance around to make sure noone was around. “I have that covered Grace.” I took out my sketch book before flipping to a blank page. Then, raising up my caligraphy pen, I asked her, “So, what exactly did you have in mind?”
I saw her tilt her head and ask, “What do you plain on doing with that?”
“Oh, I should tell you, I’m an Ink Drinker. Anything I draw comes to life, and I can turn objects to real ones all by reaching into the drawing,” I answered her, grinning, “And if you don’t believe me, then tell me what you want.”
“Well I guess it’s as bizzare as me being an angel… Ok , just do me this: two pairs of wings, fake of course, but realistic none the less. Oh! And a white robe,” she said smiling, looking over my shoulder as I drew the description of what she wanted, eagerly waiting for me to get done. A few minutes past before I added the last touch to the outfit and slowly pulled it out of the page. It became blank where the dress used to be as I pulled it out.
It was full sized and conformed to her body type. Then lastly, I pulled out the wings. I handed them to her and she smiled. Before I knew it, I was in the air in one of her bear hugs; finding it harder to breath as she finally let me down. “We’ll meet back at that bench!” she said, dashing off to a place to get something else. I couldn’t exactly hear what she had said and get ready. I took some time to relax and get my armor out from a page I drew a long time ago.
A few hours past without any sighting of Grace. All of the shops opened by now… but to my surprise, the town’s decorations were coming together quite nicely. Decorations covered the building, a few street performers were already out and practicing a few tricks to get ready for the festival about to start. Unfortunately, I already found a few street games and got scammed into one… involving a ball and 3 bottles.
Eventually, a bell rang and the streets became more active as folks rolled into the streets; looking at what ever they could see. All of them were in a costume of sorts, including a less dressed up man wearing a solid black tux and a butterfly masquerade mask.
A few moments later I saw Grace. She met me at a funnel cake stand wearing her costume; dressed up like a angel with her halo fully exposed. I smiled and said, in a hushed tone, “Really cleaver of you to hide your real identity in plain sight. She nodded, munching on the cake.
A little sugar was on the side of her lips now as she asked, “Do you want some?” She offered a portion of the sweet whist still munching on the portion she was eating.
“Nah, I’m good on sweets for now. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go get dressed. It seemed they started already,” I said, walking behind a stall. The noise of the armor was soon hidden under the noise of boiling oil and fans as I came out in a dark armor with silver trim. The helmet looked like a dragon’s skull shaped in the fashion of a Death Knight’s helm. She smiled and grabbed my arm soon after seeing me, starting to walk down the street; watching the occasional street performer. We watched as one was actually juggling knives, wearing a haraquin’s mask as he then passed a ring stall.
A few moments later, after grabbing something to eat at a cookie stall, we saw the parade begin. The first one to pass us was filled with jugglers with torches passing to each other in perfect unison; all wearing identical outfits with the crowd cheering as they past a few taking pictures. “Isn’t that adorable?” Grace asked, pointing to some little kids running around. Then, she was awe stricken by the next thing she noticed. A few 17 or 18 year old students were playing a sword fighting game of some sorts with a banner just below, reading, “Desivia High~ Replica of the 1672 War”. Two of them were acting like generals, dueling on the artificial hill.
A few moments later everything turned for the worse. One second everything was peaceful, even joyous, then disaster struck. One of the carts' accelerator went out of order and slammed into the cart ahead, full of elderly veterans. As the crowd was in panic, they scattered in various directions, leaving a child behind. The child was in front of the runaway float, the people pushing their way past the child's mother. The next thing I knew, I was alone as Grace ran towards the child at a high speed. When she finally got to the child, there wasn’t enough time to move out of the way. Before I knew it, a loud crash filled the air along with flaming debris.
I looked, and to my surprise, the float warped around her and the child. Both of them were safe as she returned the child to his mom. The mother hugged her child and said, “Thank you miss... thank you so much!” She started to cry, hugging her child as tight as she could. Grace walked back to me, smiling as if nothing happened. She stood in front of me, holding my shoulders, before looking back at her wings. “Aww… I broke my wings,” she said, the disappointment audible in her voice.
“G-grace, are you ok!?” I asked in concern, looking at her.
She smiled and replied, “Yea, perfectly fine. Why do you ask?” Grace tilted her head before saying, with concern in her voice, “Ooooh… that… Well, when your one of my kind, you really can’t die the easily. But something unnatural is wrong here... Something dark and evil…” The angel looked around as she kept her hands on my shoulders; obviously worried about me.
Story & Grace © me
Nate and art ©
draconian_vanguardAfter we finished our drinks, Grace smiled towards me and asked, “So… Want to go to the festival?”
“Whh… sure, why not?” I replied, feeling that she was wanting to avoid the subject. “Do you know when it starts?” I asked, gaze now focused on the preparations taking place up and down the street. It didn’t seem like a parade was likely, but who knows. “Do you think we should ask what time it is?” I asked. I saw Grace, in one movement, nod, stand and grab my hand. Before I knew it, I was being pulled at a fast pace out the door. I saw a few look at us oddly and some laugh. She stopped as she saw a man, slim in build, watching as the few men working were attaching streamers to the side of building and houses. Before I knew it, Grace had already asked when the festival was and with a big laughter the man replied.
“My dear girl, we’re setting up for the Festival del Morstica. It’s going to be big. But, to answer you're question. it’ll start at dusk. Remember to bring a costume. Any will do, and remember to have fun,” he said before yelling at a few men about misplacing a decoration.
Before we left, Grace smiled, eyes closed in joy, and then asking me, “So what are you going to dress up like?” Then she smiled again and added, before I could answer, “I can’t wait!” She started jumping up and down, soon loosing balance and falling. I tried my best to catch her as she face planted into the ground.
“Are you alright!?” I asked, concerned for her safety.
“Yea… Just a bit of street diving a suppose,” she said, slightly embarrassed. I was glad that she wasn’t hurt and surprised that not even a scratch appeared on her face.
“Well, I'm not sure what I might dress up like... Perhaps I'll just be a knight... And I have the perfect design too," I answered once she got back on her feet.
“That sounds... interesting. I’ll show you what I’ll be at the party. The sad part is though most of the stores might be closed,” she said, passing by a few grocery and bakery stores; all saying CLOSED.
I smiled and responded, taking a quick glance around to make sure noone was around. “I have that covered Grace.” I took out my sketch book before flipping to a blank page. Then, raising up my caligraphy pen, I asked her, “So, what exactly did you have in mind?”
I saw her tilt her head and ask, “What do you plain on doing with that?”
“Oh, I should tell you, I’m an Ink Drinker. Anything I draw comes to life, and I can turn objects to real ones all by reaching into the drawing,” I answered her, grinning, “And if you don’t believe me, then tell me what you want.”
“Well I guess it’s as bizzare as me being an angel… Ok , just do me this: two pairs of wings, fake of course, but realistic none the less. Oh! And a white robe,” she said smiling, looking over my shoulder as I drew the description of what she wanted, eagerly waiting for me to get done. A few minutes past before I added the last touch to the outfit and slowly pulled it out of the page. It became blank where the dress used to be as I pulled it out.
It was full sized and conformed to her body type. Then lastly, I pulled out the wings. I handed them to her and she smiled. Before I knew it, I was in the air in one of her bear hugs; finding it harder to breath as she finally let me down. “We’ll meet back at that bench!” she said, dashing off to a place to get something else. I couldn’t exactly hear what she had said and get ready. I took some time to relax and get my armor out from a page I drew a long time ago.
A few hours past without any sighting of Grace. All of the shops opened by now… but to my surprise, the town’s decorations were coming together quite nicely. Decorations covered the building, a few street performers were already out and practicing a few tricks to get ready for the festival about to start. Unfortunately, I already found a few street games and got scammed into one… involving a ball and 3 bottles.
Eventually, a bell rang and the streets became more active as folks rolled into the streets; looking at what ever they could see. All of them were in a costume of sorts, including a less dressed up man wearing a solid black tux and a butterfly masquerade mask.
A few moments later I saw Grace. She met me at a funnel cake stand wearing her costume; dressed up like a angel with her halo fully exposed. I smiled and said, in a hushed tone, “Really cleaver of you to hide your real identity in plain sight. She nodded, munching on the cake.
A little sugar was on the side of her lips now as she asked, “Do you want some?” She offered a portion of the sweet whist still munching on the portion she was eating.
“Nah, I’m good on sweets for now. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go get dressed. It seemed they started already,” I said, walking behind a stall. The noise of the armor was soon hidden under the noise of boiling oil and fans as I came out in a dark armor with silver trim. The helmet looked like a dragon’s skull shaped in the fashion of a Death Knight’s helm. She smiled and grabbed my arm soon after seeing me, starting to walk down the street; watching the occasional street performer. We watched as one was actually juggling knives, wearing a haraquin’s mask as he then passed a ring stall.
A few moments later, after grabbing something to eat at a cookie stall, we saw the parade begin. The first one to pass us was filled with jugglers with torches passing to each other in perfect unison; all wearing identical outfits with the crowd cheering as they past a few taking pictures. “Isn’t that adorable?” Grace asked, pointing to some little kids running around. Then, she was awe stricken by the next thing she noticed. A few 17 or 18 year old students were playing a sword fighting game of some sorts with a banner just below, reading, “Desivia High~ Replica of the 1672 War”. Two of them were acting like generals, dueling on the artificial hill.
A few moments later everything turned for the worse. One second everything was peaceful, even joyous, then disaster struck. One of the carts' accelerator went out of order and slammed into the cart ahead, full of elderly veterans. As the crowd was in panic, they scattered in various directions, leaving a child behind. The child was in front of the runaway float, the people pushing their way past the child's mother. The next thing I knew, I was alone as Grace ran towards the child at a high speed. When she finally got to the child, there wasn’t enough time to move out of the way. Before I knew it, a loud crash filled the air along with flaming debris.
I looked, and to my surprise, the float warped around her and the child. Both of them were safe as she returned the child to his mom. The mother hugged her child and said, “Thank you miss... thank you so much!” She started to cry, hugging her child as tight as she could. Grace walked back to me, smiling as if nothing happened. She stood in front of me, holding my shoulders, before looking back at her wings. “Aww… I broke my wings,” she said, the disappointment audible in her voice.
“G-grace, are you ok!?” I asked in concern, looking at her.
She smiled and replied, “Yea, perfectly fine. Why do you ask?” Grace tilted her head before saying, with concern in her voice, “Ooooh… that… Well, when your one of my kind, you really can’t die the easily. But something unnatural is wrong here... Something dark and evil…” The angel looked around as she kept her hands on my shoulders; obviously worried about me.
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