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rainbowfic2016-03-12 03:51 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2016-03-12 03:51 am
Entry tags:
Spring Green
Name: Sebastian
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Spring Green: 19. why pretend that you're so dull
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: ~260
Warnings: Nothing in this one.
Summary: The angels still know how to dance.
Notes It's Bobby, Shaun and Hel post everything. It's vague but it's definitely about those three and frankly, I'm just excited I wrote something tonight.
There's a building in Brooklyn that some angels like to dance in. On the outside, it looks like just another apartment but the angels claimed one spot just for themselves and they hold on to it with everything they have.
You don't hear them dance, their footsteps are lighter than air, but you can hear the music coming through the walls. Sometimes, on rare nights when the angels are feeling especially happy, you can hear them sing.
The angels aren't in the business of saving souls, of covering the heretics or anything like they. They just want to live, to survive another day with no one bothering them.
They want to be able to dance where no one can see them, to cook a meal and eat in peace. They want to whisper hallelujahs only to each other and no one else.
They want to live a plain life with each other, a life ordinary and mundane. They dream of simplicity, of ease and nothing more. All of them know what harsh times are like, what blood tastes of and the sound that bone makes when it's broken.
They've had enough of that, there has been too much sorrow and not enough music.
So now there are angels dancing in Brooklyn, music coming through the walls and laughter mixing with the noise rather than sobs or screaming. There's joy, there's peace and there's comfort.
And if anyone else feels like dancing to their music, so be it. They know how hard it can be to find a reason to get to your feet and dance.
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Spring Green: 19. why pretend that you're so dull
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: ~260
Warnings: Nothing in this one.
Summary: The angels still know how to dance.
Notes It's Bobby, Shaun and Hel post everything. It's vague but it's definitely about those three and frankly, I'm just excited I wrote something tonight.
There's a building in Brooklyn that some angels like to dance in. On the outside, it looks like just another apartment but the angels claimed one spot just for themselves and they hold on to it with everything they have.
You don't hear them dance, their footsteps are lighter than air, but you can hear the music coming through the walls. Sometimes, on rare nights when the angels are feeling especially happy, you can hear them sing.
The angels aren't in the business of saving souls, of covering the heretics or anything like they. They just want to live, to survive another day with no one bothering them.
They want to be able to dance where no one can see them, to cook a meal and eat in peace. They want to whisper hallelujahs only to each other and no one else.
They want to live a plain life with each other, a life ordinary and mundane. They dream of simplicity, of ease and nothing more. All of them know what harsh times are like, what blood tastes of and the sound that bone makes when it's broken.
They've had enough of that, there has been too much sorrow and not enough music.
So now there are angels dancing in Brooklyn, music coming through the walls and laughter mixing with the noise rather than sobs or screaming. There's joy, there's peace and there's comfort.
And if anyone else feels like dancing to their music, so be it. They know how hard it can be to find a reason to get to your feet and dance.
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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
DANCING ANGELS IN BROOKLYN
I need nothing else. Thank you so much for sharing this!
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