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stop every clock,
The stars are in shock,
the river won't run to the sea..
I won't let you fly,
I won't say goodbye,
I won't let you slip away from me.
Can you hear Heaven cry?
Tears of an Angel...

Lahti sighed as he heard one of the elders reprimand him. “Lahti, what on earth, er, heaven, were you thinking? Bring back a creature from Estasia?!? We just don’t understand why you can’t act well mannered and civilized like the other angels that live here. For heaven sake’s we don’t want to banish you to Estasia itself.”
The angel held back the urge to roll his eyes, like he hadn’t heard that one before,
“It's only just a small butterfly…” he mumbled in annoyance.
“That is besides the point. Whether it’s another angel or just a small bug, what lives in Estasia stays there; this is because they are things that are forsaken criminals of the heavens, fallen souls.” Said the elder to the right of the other.
Lahti had enough of this, this was getting… boring… Standing up from where he was knelling ,he turned, dismissing himself from the courts raising a hand in a gesture of goodbye, the elder to the left shook his head in disapproval, “He was such a well behaved being down on earth…His soul is still pure but only if he didn’t cause such troubled predicaments…I don’t understand…”

“Hmph..” This time he really did roll his eyes as he made his way out of the court doors, the butterfly resting on his shoulder,

“Huh? You don’t understand old man? Must I stat the obvious? On earth I wasn’t bored, I had something to bring about, something to care for, to gratify me…Here, I have nothing…” he whispered to himself. Lahti supposed that he was should bring back the butterfly now, the court instructed him to do so, but to only go at the border of Estasia. Lahti brought his hand up to his shoulder, holding out a finger so the butterfly, which was an insect not a bug, could crawl onto it. He smiled softly, the creatures’ wings were much more exquisite than his own, that was one of the reasons he had taken it away from the ‘forbidden’ land, he wanted to let those wings fly free, not to stay a prisoner of Estasia, where no one could admire its beauty.
This creature was meant to fly free like him,
“It’s a damn butterfly, how the bloody hell can it be ‘sent’ to Estasia?” turning his soft smile it a slight frown, whoops his lips cursed.
Lahti could tell that the wings used to be a monarch resplendent orange, instead of the dark bleak purple they were now. His face darken to the obvious reason why they had turned that color.
Stepping off a white cloud and falling downwards, he cupped the insect with his hands to protect it from the rushing wind.

Falling and thinking, how anything could go on, when it had first been welcomed warmly to the heavens’ gate, but then to only to be thrown away to Estasia, to be called a traitor and sinner… he knew he couldn’t persist if that happen to him…
The angel was falling, towards Estasia, he didn’t bother to use his wings just yet, only till he could see the border. Once he did, he unfolded them quickly; slightly taking in a deep breath as his heart was racing. Lahti was rushed with a feeling of liberation; this was one thing that wouldn’t bore him, flying.
He smiled again, releasing his two cupped hands so the butterfly could enjoy the same feeling of freeness he was feeling before sending it back, he slightly chuckled as he saw the insect flap it’s wings quickly, riding the wind. His brows lifted up in sadness as he gave the butterfly one last sad smile, “I’m sorry…” bringing the insect back into his hands swiftly, landing softly onto the gray clouds of Estasia and its’ border. Lahti walked towards the gray dark land, it wasn’t frightening, not to him at least, but it others could see it like that. He knew the court said to just go to the border, but he just couldn’t do that, he want to bring back the insect where he had found it…
”Now where was that again?” he whispered to himself as he walked pass the border, wandering into Estasia…

Lahti paused, scanning at what was known as the barrier between heaven and hell itself, but really, it already looked like he was in hell.
The angel passed a dead black tree, skinny, withered bark branches and leaves lost. He stopped and bit his lips slightly, was this the place he had found the winged creature? Or perhaps it was the other billion withered trees he had passed hours ago. His head was starting to hurt, and the feeling of an upcoming headache was almost certain. He looked over to his shoulder, “Is this the one?” he asked as if it was pointless, waiting for the butterfly to fly off his shoulder sometime…anytime. He sighed,
as much as he loved to be in Estasia, searching around for trees that he had pick up the insect was just not cutting the definition of ‘fun’.
Lahti was just about to start to go on father to the next tree that was in view, until he notice that his ‘friend’ wasn’t on his shoulder anymore but instead was flying in a west-ward direction, near some bushes and then a little past them into what looking like a small opened space. He followed curiously, as he saw the creature starting to fly slowly down and landing some where on the ground. The angel hurriedly went through the bushes, very anxious to see what his friend was leading him to.
Lahti’s eyes widen and his heart felt like it had stop for a moment “W-what…what is this?” he managed to stutter to himself, shocked in what laid in front of his eyes.
What utter beauty was this soul yet how the sight was so unbearably depressing to even look at this angel, this fallen angel...Lahti hesitated as he walk towards that breathtaking angel that held the burden of those black horrid wings.
What was this? Lahti raised a brow,
The fallen angel seemed to shudder.
“He’s….he’s shivering…No it’s impossible….”
Could it be so? That he feels cold? The angel couldn’t image the feeling of the brutal coldness anymore; it had been ages since he had felt that sensation.
He couldn’t help but to give into the temptation to try to wake the other from his faint slumber, he was way too curious, not to mention rather blown away from the discovery of the other.
Kneeling down, and gently placing his hand on the bare skin, Lahti was silent for a very long time, only having his hand placed at the others’ shoulder . He paused debating is he really should wake the other or not…He was breaking so many laws right now but…Yet….This fallen angel, he seemed exactly like the butterfly that rested upon his naked body.
“…..erm…” The angel, finally realize that fact. Naked. The boy was naked, and there were scars, cuts, and bruises that we’re painted on that pale skin. Lahti left the others’ touch and quickly took off his own, pure white buttoned up shirt.
Lifting the fallen angels’ body a bit and sliding the other’s arms through the shirt. He was satisfied that it was just long enough to cover. Erm. That lower region.
Lahti started to button one by one, carefully slipping the pearl buttons between each hole carefully, nudging the fallen angel a bit after trying to regain his consciousness,
“Hey….are you okay?”

Lahti paused for moment, speechless at the others’ striking eyes and beautiful agonized voice chiming in his ears. He watch as the other’s wounds dispersed from the body, leaving nothing but an occasional scar. And the blood…That crimson color that stain his shirt it was almost…libidinous…
The angel found himself staring, trying to mentally slap himself to snap out of it his dazed but not succeeding.
It was actually startling on how enthralled he was of the other.

He smirked; making out the Fallen’s words, “Away? I think not. Don’t worry, I want nothing, just you…interest me…that’s all” he assured gently, leaning over and turning the fallen’s chin towards him, wanting to see that enticing beauty more, not letting it hide it’s tired self.

How intriguing this was, never he would thought of coming this close to a fallen angel and what had the others’ said about fallen angels being horrid and evil seemed like such lies, that body that had those scars. It seemed nothing but melancholy…And yet he, the angel was being lured by this sorrow and intense curiosity.
Lahti couldn’t explain it but he felt like the others’ presence was, doing exactly that, luring him in, almost if he daresay…seducing him...
The angel paused right there at that thought, shocked at his own bold actions, he pulled away quickly but gently, “W-what am I doing?” he mumbled to himself quickly.
What was it? The fact that the other was so beautiful. Or maybe he had pity for him...
No…that wasn’t it. The angel knew that it couldn’t be nor thought. Lahti looked back at the other, he couldn’t pull away for some reason. Pausing before giving the other a kind smirk, “Excuse my rude behavior, but…” he leaned forward, placing his face merely centimeters from the others, “ …whom may be this fallen angel that I have stumbled upon.?” Replacing the smirk with a kind smile, taking the fallen’s hand which had a small cut on it and kissing it softly making the small scratch disappear in front of both of their eyes, “ Well...perhaps more importantly, are you alright?”