forum Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Started November 17, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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Micheal checked her pulse. Yes, she was still breathing and alive. He prodded her again.
“Hey um… are you okay?” He hung over her, his sad blue eyes searching her face.

This was enough to break the surface. Her eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the forest. She looked up to see a face about her own.

There was an outline lining the shadow figure. It looked like it did from the stars.

It was blue. Blue meant heartbreak.

She could remember looking down on Earth to see so many blue outlines some of them send whisps of wishes up to the sky.

She could make out him mumbling something, just not exactly what it was…

Micheal poked her again. “Your eyes are open but you aren’t focused. Hey, lady, I’ma call you Red, actually, come back to me.” His quiet, thick accent annoying him as he spoke to her,

(She's gonna learn to use the name just so you know. Also, just so in my head I have an idea, what accent?)

Slowly, the only thing left was an ache flowing throughout her entire body. She looked at him closely trying to place him as dangerous or not. He seems really heartbroken. The blue outline seemed to intensify as her eyes focused. She recognized the outline somehow…

"Who are you?"

(Okay for him I imagine like a British/New York accent? Like he has the vocabulary of a Brit and the accent of a Yorker)

Micheal chewed on his lip. The hope had died as quickly as it came because he didn't know where to put it.
“I’m… I’m Micheal. Micheal Quinoa.”

(Oh okay that makes things so much bettteeerrr thx)

She repeated his name. "Micheal…"

She knitted her eyebrows, sure she had heard it before. She pushed the thought away and sat up slowly using her hands to push herself up. The ground felt odd to her. It had a different feel than the one in the sky. This one felt more…Real?

(Np!)

Micheal rose with her, careful not to get too close. “Yep-yes. Micheal. What is your name, lady?” He studied her with sad, soft eyes. She was certainly pretty but was very… odd looking.

"I-"

The humans here have a different way of names.

After spending her time listening to wish after wish, she knew they didn't refer to themselves as numbers.

"I don't have one."

“You don’t?” Micheal tilted his head. He shifted the knife in his hands, twirling it nervously. “Wh-why not?” He tilted his head the other way.

"Because-" she glanced to the knife spinning in his hand "I mean, it's a long story." She made a guess that saying that she was a star from the very sky anove them would freak him out.

As Stars, everyone was a number. It was just easy to keep track of. Of course, before that came where in the sky they were located. Hers was Far Left Stat 1334 meaning that she would normally shine on the far left of the sky and the 1334 to begin to shine. It kept things in order.

Micheal nodded. “Fine. So do you want a name?” He knew not to pry in people’s business. It was unfair and quite stupid to do. He learned that pretty early on in his life.

"I- I don't know."

This was true. There was a reason why Earth was called the Land of the Broken. She'd heard millions of names being wished to be a part of someone's life. It was painful to watch the way they seemed to attach to the names. Then again, maybe it was the actual people…

On the other hand, having an actual name, not a number, might be nice. Having something that made her her.

Micheal blinked. “That is not an answer to the question, lady. It is very rude to call someone ‘Nothing’ or ‘Thing’.”

After all, I would know… He sighed deeply.

Or numbers. "I guess."

As a number, she was grouped together with the countless others. With names, one person seemed to be one person.

Micheal nodded. “Okay. That is a start. What would you like the be called?” He tilted his head a bit to the side again. It was a habit he never broke.

A lock of hair fell onto her face as she was about the answer, she brushed it out of the way. It was always doing that. It went down to her mid back ending in the firery red tips. She swept all of her hair to one side. "I don't really know."

Micheal watched her hair flop about. It was silky and soft-looking. Micheal wanted to touch it, to test how soft it truly was, but he didn’t. He kept his hands to himself like a good boy.
“May I suggest a name?”

"Why not?" She had no idea what she should be called having no real idea how names connected to ones being. She looked down at her long sleeve white shirt, now stained slightly along with her white pants. It was either that or a white dress as a Star. She looked to his clothing. It had so much to it. It wasn't simple like hers. It was different and new, but she knew she liked it.

Micheal carefully looked her up and down, sitting next to her. She was definitely not from this Earth. No one falls from the sky and survives. No one has such silky hair or pretty eyes. Or sharp features, softened with confusion. Compared to him, she was an Angel.
“Red.” He caught himself staring at her hair and face.

She thought for a moment. "I'll take it." It had a nice sweet ring to it with an almost tart ending.

She looked to him to find him staring. Confusion filled her eyes."What?" Do I look bad?

Micheal looked up hastily, smiling a bit in his awkwardness. He hated when someone caught him staring. He just knew how to appreciate attractive people.
“N-nothing. I’m glad you like it.”

She- No, Red took a quick glance around. The forest didn't seem to dense which let the chill of the wind through. Her skin and her small frame meant that she didn't have anything to stop the cold from entering her.

Red crossed her arms over her chest in attempt to keep her warmth in.

"Where are we?"

Micheal noticed her shiver. He wanted to offer her his jacket but couldn’t. The insides were crusted with blood and it would most definitely show his self-harm wounds.
“We’re in a small town off of New York.”

The city constantly surrounded with blue. She nodded. "Okay." Red looked around again now noticing the blue radiating into the sky and every now and then a whisp going up to the stars.

It won't do any good.

She sighed. "Okay, well, I've got to find my way around. The stars won't let me come back no matter how much I beg." The last part was hidden in a mutter under her breath hoping he couldn't hear. While she knew she wouldn't be able to fit in as well, she knew she would have to try her hardest.

Micheal blinked a couple times. His only stem of hope couldn’t leave. But he couldn’t ask her to stay, either.
“Er… you’re going alone out to New York City… do you know how dangerous it is at night?”