#edgarvargas

Edgar knew he didn’t have much time. That didn’t matter. 

The air felt like sandpaper and it burned whatever bit of skin was exposed as it rushed over them, but he didn’t care.

Even the ground below was hot and crumpled underfoot, the fires below billowing through cracks like a furnace.

“Father?” the child whimpered, clinging to him in fright. He could hardly blame him. Hell was no place for an innocent.

“I told you, you can call me Edgar,” he said softly.

“Right. Edgar. Are we going home now?” Edgar felt his throat tighten, but he nodded. No need to frighten him with their odds of survival.

“Of course. I’m getting you out of here.”

“And, we’re going out for ice cream cones, right?” Edgar chuckled as he lifted Todd up into his arms. He held him close as his wings blocked the worst of the wind and fire.

“Absolutely. I promised, didn’t I?”

“The point, Edgar, the point I'm making is that it's okay. God exists, God knows you, God has seen you, and God showed you mercy after everything you've done. He doesn't care about the rules humans made about him, or about how they should be to each other. You've been afraid of punishment all your life, and it turns out, God isn't even mad at you. He may never have been” ~Excerpt from Vargas ch.31 by Zarla

I wanted to do some angels. So who better to use for my subjects than the vargas bois, Edgar and Scriabin! @sysig lookit my wiings! XD I swear its coincidental, I been working on these for the last few days.

First kiss. 

“I don’t know what to do with that” 

“Todd asked us once, how long we’d been together. Do you remember?”

“I do. I said that we had been together since the beginning, forever. Always. Why do you ask?”

“What was your first memory of us, that we didn’t make ourselves?”

“It’s nothing exciting, rather mundane really.”

“What was it? Tell me, please?”

Scriabin sighs, but can’t help giving in to the opportunity to tell a story.

“You were at church. Practicing a song you were to sing that Sunday with the choir. Granma was so proud to see you up on the stage in those gaudy robes. I gotta admit, it was one of the few times I ever saw you do anything interesting. You took the whole affair way too seriously of course.”

“And what were you doing?”

“I-well what I always do Edgar. I was watching over you.” 

~(Mine own excerpt of piece in progress, but Scriabin is @zarla-s)