Sharpen My Fears [Open]

[Rane Okimoto]

Darkness. It wasn't until that time where she had truly felt alone. Her heart sinking, gasping at many attempts to put her head above it all, but she seemed to have been drowning in a vat of dark blue. The velvet composition, spread across the once clear sky, and sparkling with thousands of small silver lights. Her eyes glistened, her every composure remaining calm as usual, and her heart had begun to race.

It had been so long, the clean frozen airs inhaling into her longing lungs, breathing, and dancing in the relic of the fresh airs. She could not pull herself to leave. She was so comfortable, other than the fact that she could not feel her nose, nor was slightly disoriented about everything but why the sky had to be so cloudy.

Rane stepped forwards, her fingers resting upon the cold iron gates, and she took a deep breath in and then out once again. She sat upon a bench, dangerously in the middle of an empty park, and in the depths of the night. It had been a while since she had been in this predicament. So much was going on, her mind reeling with options of never ending containment, and her head pounding with a pressure that had her feeling dizzy for weeks now.

She, though, could feel it suddenly begin to drift. She was now relaxing, becoming calm in her own little bubble, but unaware of whom or what may have disturbed her.

[Riley Delacroix]

Uriel's head was pounding as he left his apartment as quietly as he could. Not his apartment; Riley's apartment. But wasn't he Riley? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that things were happening too quickly, too chaotically. He was a creature of order, one of purity, and this wasn't supposed to happen to him.

He needed a walk. Just some fresh air to clear his head.

Whatever his reasons, Uriel left the apartment silently at 2:19 AM precisely. It was early, and nobody wanted to be awake at that hour. Except maybe him. No matter. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his black wool blazer and left the building.

He decided that he’d head towards central park; not to break in or anything, but just to walk in that general direction. It was almost like something was drawing him that way, compelling his footsteps. Helpless to resist the pull, he simply walked on without really noticing his surroundings.

Before long, Uriel found himself standing in front of the closed iron gates, staring through the openings between the bars like a prisoner seeing his freedom. Gradually becoming aware of himself and where he was once more, he glanced around. His blue eyes landed on the young woman sitting by herself on a bench. Her presence pushed at his own, but it wasn’t the way that it would have if she’d been a demon; it was more like a comforting heat than anything else. She must have been an angel, like himself. Probably new on the Earth, as well. After all, Uriel had been one of the first angels given flesh (second only to Michael), and he hadn’t been here long. Only for a few days.

He warily perched himself on the edge of the bench next to her and simply sat there for a moment before he spoke. Obviously, he didn’t say anything too revealing, like blurting out his name for anyone to hear. Instead he went with something a bit more subtle, just to make himself known. “Nice night for a walk, eh?”

[Rane Okimoto]

Her fingers waved into the midnight air, allowing the cold breeze to whistle through her thin fingers, and freeze her plae skin. A curve in her lips had come then, wondering, and asking within her mind if the wind had any secrets to shed. Who was this girl that Raphael was forced into? What was her purpose? Her only purpose now, however, was to be his marionette.

The liquid night sky had reined the city. It howled to the full pure moon that rested within the violent stars. It lay quiet, the wind making the raquet, but the wind graciously stopping every few moments. God seemed rested, happy, and easy, for the night had no danger in it.

Her brown ruby eyes looked black in the moonlight, shining with a hint of unknown silver. Her cheeks becoming slightly red to the cold, but showing as the only color within her entire body. Her ghost white skin glowed in the light, but her eyes stayed nestled behind thin locks of pitch black hair. Raphael held secrets, secrets far beyond the knowledge of a simple human, yet Raph was stuck in one.

She had heard footsteps at that moment. She, however, did not brush it off. A certain presence lingered around her. Her head began spinning, her heart pounding, but the fear was no where to be found. A creature was lingering, but she had found that it was not a bad presence. It was welcoming, enjoying, and her heart had stopped racing. She, however, did not break her posture. She sat proper, perfect, and her legs crossed in the average woman elegance. She could see from the corner of her eyes that the figure had sat next to her. She felt comfortable now. She knew who he was. She knew exactly what he was. Of course it could only be out of three, for there were four achangels, but she was almost positive it was Gabriel. She would soon be proved wrong, however.

His voice came on the wind. The corner of her lip curved into a smile once again. "Indeed," She stated softly. She looked around, realizing the coast was clear, and smiled again. "No need to be so curious. It is I, Raphael." She sat in her own silence for a few seconds, waiting on his answer, but, for some reason, her eyes could not leave the image of the full moon up above.

[Riley Delacroix]

Uriel shifted a bit on the bench, allowing his legs to sprawl out in front of him. So this was God’s healer, huh? The two of them knew each other, of course. However, Uriel spent more time with Michael than any of the others.

He shoved one hand through his hair and with the other pinched the bridge of his nose against a dull throb starting behind his eyes. Since he’d been given flesh, Uriel had discovered that he really, really hated headaches. But it seemed that he got them every day. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, whether it was his senses or his abilities, but nevertheless, not a day went by where he didn’t feel like someone was trying to split his skull open with a jackhammer.

Imitating her motions, Uriel glanced about them, making sure that the coast was clear before he answered her. “Uriel,” he said lightly, offering her a grin. He wasn’t quite sure if she’d notice it. After all, her eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the moon above them. Still, he grinned. It was the polite thing to do.

[Rane Okimoto]

Her eyes glazed over the softened moonlight, allowing the gleam to illuminate her irises, and make them glimer with a certain mystery. Her fingers were still out in front of her. The wind still kissing at her fingertips, and, even though it was cold, she would not move her hand.

She had heard him. The name had escaped his lips like poison, but she found it welcoming. There were four angels. All of which were very close to one another, except for one. The three main angels were Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael, but where did that place him? It was such an odd concept, but, even if he wasn't the most well-known angel, she would not treat him as any less than she would the other two.

Finally, she had placed her hands back in her coat, letting the warmth take over finally, and she had taken her eyes from the moon. "So strange, really." She said, absentmindedly. "So strange, yet ironic, isn't it? That we would finally find one another." If a human were walking by they would have assumed she was crazy, or perhaps obsessed with the man next to her, but both of them knew that was not what she meant. Instead, however, the angels were back together.