3/7. lol. If halfway done. lol. (3.5 = half XD) Anyway. Here's Amaranth. Again, (c) to Nightwish and Tuomas.
"I baptize you in the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." Water dripped from the eye-dropper. Anything else would have drowned the tiny thing. Then came the oil.
Wet. A first taste of wetness. Hands were touching. Not like other hands. These were...different. More sounds. Sounds not understood. What was going on...?
Baptized with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself
Suddenly more sounds. Many more. Too many to count, though counting was a yet-to-be-learned thing still. Then there was a noise. And more wetness. Something soft and warm pressed against the hand-sized frame.
War between him and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little he can do alone
Eyes opened for the first time. Stared. Took in a scene unlike any another had seen before. A man stood in front of him, tall as an oak, eyes blank, sword at the ready. A sound made the babe turn its head, and it wasn't a babe. A child, a young teen. Not halfway grown, old enough to comprehend, mind still blank for wanting of experiences. Lustrious hair, strange apendages on his back, another man stood where the swordbearer now stepped back.
You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give
His eyes were kind. Purplish-gold, a new dawn color. A hand touched his head, stroking through his hair, not having yet known years, remained the innocent gold of birth. "What are you doing here, little one?" he murmured, taking the child into his arms. The little form curled into the available crook, hand grasping at what was and was not clothing. Mama... Like...mama...
Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
The man's smile was reassuring, hand passing soothing circles into the visitor's back. He noted the eyes, questing but focused, returning to him every time to assure their owner that the stranger had not departed. He questioned softly in the infant's ear, "Do you have a name?" A nod, slow, face slightly scrunched into the basics of a determined look of concentration. "Well, what is it?" The look turned sheepish, almost afraid, as if it were a dire secret. He laughed, and was rewarded with a wide smile. Laughter bubbled up in pursuit of it.
Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time we reach
For the ones, whoever dare
The child that was not a child watched the man who was not a man. He moved differently. Floated. Had...wings. A puzzled expression marred the still uncoordinated features. Wings...? A new word. Fast-gained knowledge. It seemed to flow from this...person. A small hand alighted on the black-haired one's pinions, down and up, down and up. Wing. Feathers. Fly. Soft. Warm. Safe. Touched where they joined the back underneath the clothes that weren't clothes. Touched his own shoulders. Found they were the same. Looked back. Wings... Again, the puzzled look.
A hand brushed his hair. "What is it, little Alex?" The dark eyes, growing lighter as the day waxed in this place--garden or forest, controlled and landlocked or movable and outside time--stared up at him. Questioned before his mouth, "What...?" Another laugh. Musical, deep but bright. It made him happy.
You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give
"Angel."
"Angel... Ur...Ur..."
"Uriel."
"Uri...el...Uriel. Uri. El."
Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
The day drew past its zenith. Uriel glanced at the one on his chest, fingers winding in spun-gold as the leaves dappled their skin. Alex smiled as he messed with the angel's dark wings. That soft voice drifted down to him, told him stories the way Mama's voice did. He looked up suddenly, stumbling after the source of the noise as the bird wheeled overhead. He stretched out his arms toward it, tumbling backward into the grass. "Too high..."
Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
Grass shuffled as Uriel sat beside him, pulling him up and casting a wary eye over him much as a parent would have. Alex, unphased by the short fall, tugged on his hair gently, playing with the strands with rapt attention, golden eyes shooting here and there to admire the iridesence of the light falling in different places on the midnight color.
Long fingers tilted his chin upward. "Huh...?" Uriel leaned forward slowly. Alex closed his eyes quickly, squeezing them shut tightly, mouth clamped shut. Lips brushed against his forehead. His eyes, though they remained shut, relaxed into a more natural closure. His mouth hung slack. It tickled, but he didn't want to laugh. It felt like Uriel's feathers, that soft, that warm, that safe. The man pulled away, then, eyes half-lidded, pecked him gently on the mouth before pulling him into a hug, whispering into his ear, "I love you." The words after were still unlearned, but the meaning was clear. The boy settled into the warm embrace.
Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the Never-Fading calling
The sun was beginning to set. Uriel gripped the child's hand securely, its ever deminishing size enveloping it even more than it had in the field. He shuddered, the ripple making his feathers rattle. Alex gazed up at him, eyes darkening once more. He squeezed the larger hand, smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring way. It only caused the angel's stomach to spasm more violently with his longing.
At the gate the man knelt, hands on the shoulders that were shrinking as equally as the hands they were joined to. He gazed fixedly into the human's eyes. "I'll see you again. I promise. All right, little one?" He pulled the babe into one last, fierce, gentle hug. Kissed his curly hair. Smiled in spite of his sorrow. "Fly well, my child." Kissed the closing eyes. "Fly well."
Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak
Snow lay on the ground outside, though no one knew. The infant's heart had begun beating again. What had been a day had lasted no more than a few meager moments. Still, it resounded deep into the young soul, locked in memory forever. Blind eyes not yet opened, if gazed into deeply enough, revealed the field, and the fiery-white cross now emblazened within the blackness. The words remained in his ears, swirling with the ocean-roar of the bare-limbed trees, the white-coats of the workers, the prayers of the families, "I will see you again. I promise." The promise of an angel. The words of the Never-Fading.
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