#ablessedangel

[ Starter | @ablessedangel ]

He stands in front of the statue, staring up at the goddess.

Diaidem, our goddess Diaidem, he hears the hushed whispers of the locals. This was a sacred place, much like a church, that’s the feeling he got. Which..., admittedly, meant that this couldn’t be Hell of any sorts. Based off of his own experiences.

‘If this was hell, of any sort, then anything regarding a god or goddess wouldn’t be here,’ He thinks, clutching the compass in his left hand. So then, this was real life, and somehow... he was here? He wasn’t Russell. And yet he was alive.

Strange. 

The Informant continues to stare up at the statue, letting his mind wander about the strange dream-like event that landed him here. How it appeared that he wasn’t the only one that had come the same way. How..., much that Dogma and Cody would really like this place, even if this wasn’t their patron Goddess. It was still a pretty place. He thought about all those, as he stared at those crystal tears--- it was almost as if she was crying for him --- he notes the arms stretched out, frowning.

He almost felt at peace here, but...

Footsteps make their way towards him, it was easy to hear due to how quiet it was, though there was something off about them. None of the locals dared to utter anything to him, much less disrupt their own praying and cleaning. So then... Who was standing a ways behind him now?

Turning around, the boy comes face to face with...

No. No. Nonononono, his mind cries out as the smile goes back on. She isn’t supposed to be here! Why was she here?!

“...Gardenia. Good morning,” A hushed, yet slightly strained tone is used when greeting the blessed angel.

Dogma has been praying for some things. His sister. The rest of the Nameless Town. A more comfortable bed. Forgiveness. Any sign of spring. He can’t stop thinking about the last one, actually. He can’t stop thinking about the vines winding their way up his church, about the turnimps and carrots in the communal garden that everyone worked so hard to help grow. He can’t stop wishing for even the barest glimpse of that.

So when he sees that buttercup dress flashing so bright against the snow--well, it’s like a dream come true.

“Gardenia!” He can’t help but rush to her, stumbling a little in the snows, surging with gratitude. Thank you, Lord, for granting me such a welcome sight--only then he remembers everything Russell told him, and his pace slows, and the smile he’d been wearing falters and falls.

“Gardenia--what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be--” Where? Where should she be? In a dream? In a grave? How would you ask that? Gardenia, it’s so good to see you, only the last I heard is we were all dead, so isn’t it funny that we can meet each other here? What do you think that means?

He closes his eyes, draws in a deep breath, shakes his head. “Never mind that. It’s so good to see you well.”

❣: If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?

...

He’s silent. For once. The smile’s gone too. 

Bringing him--- no, Russell back to life...

Why would anyone want to do that? Even the Nameless Town residents, kindness and all, wouldn’t bring him back to life except they would, they’d want you to be perfectly okay not dead why would you ruin your chance? . A murderer has no place in this world. That’s why death row exists, after all.

The Informant clutches the compass in his pocket. 

well, you better kick it back

but don’t worry, we’ve got you. gardenia has been placed on a semi-hiatus until february 14th!

For this definitely not being the dream, it was shocking how many residents of the mental construct somehow ended up here. Not that Cody would complain, in most cases. 

In reality, she probably hadn’t known any of them, and even if she had, it likely would have been in passing. However, within the boundaries of a peaceful town separate from the rest of the world, they were all... a family. 

The fondness built there filled Cody’s heart as she recognized the form of the younger girl standing a bit away, bounding forward with a kind smile.

“Gardenia, is that you? It’s such a relief to see you’re okay!”

Touya had little idea of how to respond. Has there ever been something that’s made him laugh? He spends a few moments thinking, yet nothing seems to come to mind.

“Dunno. There’s not really a whole lot I find amusing enough to make me laugh,” He says that, yet he still pauses for a few moments, trying to think of something that had happened before that made him laugh.

“You’ve seen that one cartoon with the duck who swims in the money? So imagine that, and.... well, there you go. I’d do that for a weekend.

TUNES. | accepting

♫ a song and accompanying headcanon about a high point or heavy issue in their life.

     Muse -- Take a Bow

CorruptYou corruptAnd bring corruption to all that you touchHoldYou'll beholdAnd beholden for all that you've doneSpellCast a spellCast a spell on the country you runAnd riskYou will riskYou will risk all their lives and their souls