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She frowned slightly. "Then how in heaven am I supposed to make the right choice?"
She frowned slightly. "Then how in heaven am I supposed to make the right choice?"
"Still your choice, ain't it?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "You got no one looking over your shoulder."
She pressed her lips together. That's not entirely true. But here it was… the freedom she'd been longing for was within her grasp. All she had to do was reach out and take it. Did she truly want it that badly?
"Again, I'm always down here, girlie." He said sternly. "Don't go throwing your soul away."
"Is it… irreversible?" she whispered.
"Unfortunately, yes, it's irreversible. Once your soul is sold, that's it."
(Oooh, I have an idea, but if you don't like it, we can figure something else out. So, I'm thinking it's impossible for angels to sell their souls, but Trinity tries, and it doesn't work, but she's not 100% angel anymore either, I don't know how to describe it, my brain is just about done 😂)
((That sounds neat!!! Like, she's fallen, so she isn't really human, but stripped of her grace?))
(Yeah!! and then it'll make it easier for the romance to happen because she's "not pure" any more, if that makes sense)
((Yep!!! I got you. Also, I can give Axton a little extra angst and more guilt about the fact that he made an angel fall))
(oooooh YES! I'm loving this so much!)
"Unfortunately, yes, it's irreversible. Once your soul is sold, that's it."
Her facial features tensed as she considered his offer. It was very enticing. Slowly, she relaxed and nodded. "Alright…" She raised her eyes to look firmly into his. "I want freedom."
"Freedom from what?" He asked, feeling that familiar tangle of guilt reform in his gut.
"My superiors," she murmured.
"Superiors?" He asked, tilting his head, some shaggy black hair falling in his face.
Her heart began to race, and his question was only the half of it. She blinked and looked away so she wasn't staring blatantly as his face. "Yes," she replied, not adding more.
Axton gave a slight nod, holding out his hand. "Guess we have a deal then, girlie." He said, trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach.
"Yep!" she chirped, almost sounding excited. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his.
Axton gently shook it, caught off guard by the weird feeling. My normal deals don't feel like this. What's happening? Why does her hand sting me?
The second her skin touched his, Trinity felt different. Her vision began to blur, and her throat suddenly felt thick. "I think," she mumbled, "it's working?" Her body began to sway side to side, and though it hurt, her grip on his hand tightened. It was the only solid thing in her world now.
Axton froze up for a moment, the sting turning into a more burning sensation when she tightened her grip that made him hiss sharply. "This-this isn't how it normally goes!"
Suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fell limply against his chest.
Axton caught her, mind going blank. This wasn't supposed to happen, and it's never happened before. What was he supposed to do? "Hello? Can somebody call an ambulance?!"
Everything around her was light. She was surrounded by so much light, it was blinding. She squinted in a vain effort to see, but the brightness was so strong. "Hello?" she called into the void. Finally, she gave up and closed her eyes. The second she did, however, the light flicked off. Now, when she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by darkness. "Hello?!" she cried out, much more terrified of the unending darkness than the unending light. "Hello?! Somebody help me! Please!"
With that, Trinity jolted awake with a start, feeling different. The first thing she noticed was a pair of strong arms around her.
"What the hell did you take before this, girlie?" Axton asked, a panicked edge to his voice. This isn't how it goes. What the fuck?
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