You are so kind ... and that green-eyed thing is going around, big time.
The Children of Heaven count the sinners who fall like ticks on a clock to mark the time, ten thousand eternities until judgment and the end of everything. The sinners are counted a second time as they cross the rivers; Lethe is the furthest south and the last heavenward border. Angel waits uncounted, chained to barren rock and dreaming of himself with palms cupped and brimming with the promise of forgetfulness. Between his dreams of salvation he is troubled by ghosts and the damned.
That is prose to drool over, darling. Balanced and evocative and envy-sparking and simply, utterly fantastic.
To be in your company -- green eyes and all -- is a wonderful place to be.
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The Children of Heaven count the sinners who fall like ticks on a clock to mark the time, ten thousand eternities until judgment and the end of everything. The sinners are counted a second time as they cross the rivers; Lethe is the furthest south and the last heavenward border. Angel waits uncounted, chained to barren rock and dreaming of himself with palms cupped and brimming with the promise of forgetfulness. Between his dreams of salvation he is troubled by ghosts and the damned.
That is prose to drool over, darling. Balanced and evocative and envy-sparking and simply, utterly fantastic.
To be in your company -- green eyes and all -- is a wonderful place to be.