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angel synth drabble
Nov. 12th, 2003 02:00 pmin which an angel is displaced
When she received The Call, Rosabiel knew at once that she would leave Heaven. She correct in that, her duty would be shifted to Earth. She was not to be banished though, she had yet to sink into the realms as the Fallen.
The Angel Rosabiel with perfect in her obliviously sweet manner. She served without question, loved honestly, doubted only herself. It was fasinating for Seraph to study her, le pauvre, and he watched her as a cat will to a mouse. He, in all his glory, needed no voice to chastise him. He did as he willed. And when he smiled the Heavens opened.
And so it intrigued him that the little Rosie covered up her scars. He had not been the one to punish her, Tiriel had seen to it, but nonetheless he had approved of the means and method. Teach her, mold her, and she would one day serve his purpose.
When she received The Call, Rosabiel knew at once that she would leave Heaven. She correct in that, her duty would be shifted to Earth. She was not to be banished though, she had yet to sink into the realms as the Fallen.
The Angel Rosabiel with perfect in her obliviously sweet manner. She served without question, loved honestly, doubted only herself. It was fasinating for Seraph to study her, le pauvre, and he watched her as a cat will to a mouse. He, in all his glory, needed no voice to chastise him. He did as he willed. And when he smiled the Heavens opened.
And so it intrigued him that the little Rosie covered up her scars. He had not been the one to punish her, Tiriel had seen to it, but nonetheless he had approved of the means and method. Teach her, mold her, and she would one day serve his purpose.
