because i finished my paper before midnight

[marginalia]

part two of clipp'd

Dom didn't speak and Elijah couldn't ask. Couldn't touch. Couldn't even stay. But pacing on the porch, the image of the dark grey wings and Dom's frightened eyes burned in his mind and he reconsidered. Slipped inside, fidgeted at the foot of the stairs, and pondered. For a moment he was jealous. He's the angelic one, so where were his goddamned wings?

He hears rustling and a low cry bitten back by sheer will. A soft grey feather drifts on an unseen current, and Elijah's stomach turns with pain and fear and sheer helplessness. Ashamed, he swallows hard and ascends.

Comments

[starfishchick]

Guh.

more?

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

eep! did i kill her?

i'm waiting for them to tell me what happens next. frankly, i'd like them to tell me three more things so i can post it as a five drabble series on fellow_shippers :P

[starfishchick]

Not dead. Just stunned.

The pictures you're creating are so beautiful ... and hard to look at.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

that's what appeals to me about the wing fics, i think, that they're beautiful and painful at the same time.