True Love


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1. True Love

Blake, a spirited you Blake, a spirited young man in his best years, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the cerulean water with his audacious mahogany depths. His lavender hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze. He tried to keep still despite his impatient excitement, resting his cheek against one hand as he pushed his headband away from his eyes. He wore a silver shirt that left his mahogany arms bare and a pair of loose ocean-colored jeans. His indigo hair was bound back from his face, complementing his energetic copper visage.

His thoughts wandered to his days in Angel's company. They had known each other since they were children. They had spent time together so often that, despite all differences, others often mistook them as siblings. However, it was not until recently that they had recognized their feelings for each other. From then on, they were inseparable. They shared every part of their life with each other. That was how it was to this very day.

 

"Blake," Angel said simply with a glance at his outfit caught between disapproval and admiration and a smile on her face. Her azure pools complimented her sapphire mane, tied back from her face, belying her angelic heart. She was dressed in that exotic fashion in which she was most comfortable. She had a toned but slender body covered with sepia skin. Beautiful wings were folded against her back. As Blake drew nearer, he caught a note of her familiar scent of lingering iron and steel. He smiled to himself. It always reminded him of the time they shared.

"Angel. It's nice of you to show up on time," Blake said, resolute windows to his soul flashing.

"Have I ever been late, my love?" she replied, sounding almost hurt.

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "No. You should try it sometime." He kissed her anyway. With that, they began to walk along the beach.

"I was thinking, you know," Blake began, "I could help you be less of a stiff."

She seemed to shift a bit uncomfortably. "And if I prefer being a 'stiff,' my fine gentleman?"

"Well, I could help you with that too, but in any case I love you all the same." He clasped hands with her and even this tiny show of public affection seemed to make her mildly embarrassed. "Think of the fun we could have, though."

"You know I've little interest in drunken gallivanting."

"But what about sober? And just with me? Gallivanting isn't all that bad." Blake pressed the warmth of his body against her, and he could feel her take a quick breath. "We've been together for so long, Angel... and sometimes I feel like, well...." His voice trailed off in hesitation

 

He almost regretted it when she turned her caring aquamarine windows to her soul on him, and asked almost hurt, "Have I wronged you, Blake?"

"Angel...." For a moment, doubt assailed him, but when he opened his mouth again he found the courage to say, "Sometimes I just wonder if you really like me. That's all."

At a loss for words, she sputtered, "Blake...! Of course I... why do you... I..." He turned to face him, his fiery orbs attentive. "I do like you! I do. I love you, Blake."

"That's good," he said softly.

"Blake... you know this is who I am. You know this is how I show that I love you."

"I guess I do now." He reached up and tilted her head toward his to steal one little kiss before releasing her and her hands. He clasped her hands behind her back, and for a bit they shared a very polite stroll.

 

 

 

After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. Something rose to the front of Blake's mind -- something he had been trying to beat back all this time. It was so special to him to be with Angel, and he didn't want to pass that time making them both feel horrible. But it just wouldn't leave him alone.

With concern, Angel turned her unblemished pools toward him. "Blake? What's wrong?"

"Angel... it's..."

And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and she locked her crystals with his and whispered, "You can tell me."

It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. Blake shook his head and everything came out at once. "It's... it's my parents. My mother, my father... sometimes I can't believe they're gone. It's not just that they're dead, but when it happened, it... changed so much. Sometimes I wonder about what it'd be like if it all went back.... I don't even know how I would feel about that. It just... it hurts, Angel, thinking about it. It just hurts.”

 

Angel listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left him and he was at a loss for words, she reached out to him and took a deep breath to whisper back, "Blake... I know it's not the same, but, my mother and father... I don't know where they are, either. I think I can imagine how that... your parents' death... how that is." Angel laid her hands upon Blake's shoulders. "How... hollow... things feel." Blake's eyes began to burn, and he abruptly pulled her into a fierce embrace. Her orbs widened at first, but then she too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of his touch.

"You," Blake whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "As long as you're here, I'll be all right." They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.

 

They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.

 

"Look... it's the sunset."

Blake lifted his head at Angel's words to behold the dying sun's tangerine radiance. "How beautiful."

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Do you think we'll be together forever?"

"I think we'll be forever," Blake murmured in response.

She kissed his head. "Then as long as you and I will it to be, it will be. Even forever."

Blake sighed with contentment and brought her closer. He gazed at the beautiful aureate rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.

"You'll hurt your eyes doing that," Angel whispered.

"Oh never mind my eyes," Blake sighed, kissing Angel to shut her up. When they parted, he murmured, "I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Blake."

Their lips met, and mauve strands met sapphire ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness and the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Angel, his eternally faithful lover. Blake thought to himself that nothing could be more perfect in the world.

ng man in his best years, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the cerulean water with his audacious mahogany depths. His lavender hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze. He tried to keep still despite his impatient excitement, resting his cheek against one hand as he pushed his headband away from his eyes. He wore a silver shirt that left his mahogany arms bare and a pair of loose ocean-colored jeans. His indigo hair was bound back from his face, complementing his energetic copper visage.

His thoughts wandered to his days in Angel's company. They had known each other since they were children. They had spent time together so often that, despite all differences, others often mistook them as siblings. However, it was not until recently that they had recognized their feelings for each other. From then on, they were inseparable. They shared every part of their life with each other. That was how it was to this very day.

 

"Blake," Angel said simply with a glance at his outfit caught between disapproval and admiration and a smile on her face. Her azure pools complimented her sapphire mane, tied back from her face, belying her angelic heart. She was dressed in that exotic fashion in which she was most comfortable. She had a toned but slender body covered with sepia skin. Beautiful wings were folded against her back. As Blake drew nearer, he caught a note of her familiar scent of lingering iron and steel. He smiled to himself. It always reminded him of the time they shared.

"Angel. It's nice of you to show up on time," Blake said, resolute windows to his soul flashing.

"Have I ever been late, my love?" she replied, sounding almost hurt.

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "No. You should try it sometime." He kissed her anyway. With that, they began to walk along the beach.

"I was thinking, you know," Blake began, "I could help you be less of a stiff."

She seemed to shift a bit uncomfortably. "And if I prefer being a 'stiff,' my fine gentleman?"

"Well, I could help you with that too, but in any case I love you all the same." He clasped hands with her and even this tiny show of public affection seemed to make her mildly embarrassed. "Think of the fun we could have, though."

"You know I've little interest in drunken gallivanting."

"But what about sober? And just with me? Gallivanting isn't all that bad." Blake pressed the warmth of his body against her, and he could feel her take a quick breath. "We've been together for so long, Angel... and sometimes I feel like, well...." His voice trailed off in hesitation

 

He almost regretted it when she turned her caring aquamarine windows to her soul on him, and asked almost hurt, "Have I wronged you, Blake?"

"Angel...." For a moment, doubt assailed him, but when he opened his mouth again he found the courage to say, "Sometimes I just wonder if you really like me. That's all."

At a loss for words, she sputtered, "Blake...! Of course I... why do you... I..." He turned to face him, his fiery orbs attentive. "I do like you! I do. I love you, Blake."

"That's good," he said softly.

"Blake... you know this is who I am. You know this is how I show that I love you."

"I guess I do now." He reached up and tilted her head toward his to steal one little kiss before releasing her and her hands. He clasped her hands behind her back, and for a bit they shared a very polite stroll.

 

 

 

After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. Something rose to the front of Blake's mind -- something he had been trying to beat back all this time. It was so special to him to be with Angel, and he didn't want to pass that time making them both feel horrible. But it just wouldn't leave him alone.

With concern, Angel turned her unblemished pools toward him. "Blake? What's wrong?"

"Angel... it's..."

And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and she locked her crystals with his and whispered, "You can tell me."

It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. Blake shook his head and everything came out at once. "It's... it's my parents. My mother, my father... sometimes I can't believe they're gone. It's not just that they're dead, but when it happened, it... changed so much. Sometimes I wonder about what it'd be like if it all went back.... I don't even know how I would feel about that. It just... it hurts, Angel, thinking about it. It just hurts.”

 

Angel listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left him and he was at a loss for words, she reached out to him and took a deep breath to whisper back, "Blake... I know it's not the same, but, my mother and father... I don't know where they are, either. I think I can imagine how that... your parents' death... how that is." Angel laid her hands upon Blake's shoulders. "How... hollow... things feel." Blake's eyes began to burn, and he abruptly pulled her into a fierce embrace. Her orbs widened at first, but then she too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of his touch.

"You," Blake whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "As long as you're here, I'll be all right." They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.

 

They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.

 

"Look... it's the sunset."

Blake lifted his head at Angel's words to behold the dying sun's tangerine radiance. "How beautiful."

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Do you think we'll be together forever?"

"I think we'll be forever," Blake murmured in response.

She kissed his head. "Then as long as you and I will it to be, it will be. Even forever."

Blake sighed with contentment and brought her closer. He gazed at the beautiful aureate rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.

"You'll hurt your eyes doing that," Angel whispered.

"Oh never mind my eyes," Blake sighed, kissing Angel to shut her up. When they parted, he murmured, "I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Blake."

Their lips met, and mauve strands met sapphire ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness and the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Angel, his eternally faithful lover. Blake thought to himself that nothing could be more perfect in the world.

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