#galmon:thread

“If I lay here... If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Fallen to the ground, her hands pressed hard against her vessel’s abdomen, trying to keep the mixture of blood and grace from pouring out of her. She was no match for the three powerful demons, even at her fullest strength. Head bowed low, she awaited whatever tortures they had in store for her. (@hellboundhighschooldropout)

“Stay down,” Galmon ordered the angel she was on patrol with, “The Rit Zien will be here shortly to heal you,” her priority right now was to find the attacker. She left her comrade hidden under the brush as she scouted the area, blade in hand. { @soulsunforgiven || APOCALYPSE WORLD }

“Have you ever tried human food just for fun?” The young angel leaned in close to her elder sibling, speaking in a hushed tone so no one could hear her, “They are so culinarily adventurous. Who would have thought to put something salty like french fries into something sweet like ice cream?” { @cupcakemonwrites }

Galmon found herself out of sorts. This wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Then again, she wasn’t even supposed to be on Earth. Her orders were not to leave the gates of Heaven. She was much too naive for this world; something she was learning quite quickly as she ran down the street with two demons close on her trail. A wrong turn brought her to a dead end. A shaky hand raised her never-used angel blade: the only thing between her and the black-eyed demons. { @endfaith }

“Dreaming about Providence and whether mice or men have second tries. Maybe we've been livin' with our eyes half open, maybe we're bent and broken.”

There was something about planting her own garden that Galmon greatly enjoyed. Bringing life from dirt gave her a sense of purpose. She may not have many responsibilities but this garden was the most important thing to her. She sat on the cool, damp earth as she plucked some lavender from the soil. She held it close and inhaled deeply. “A delightful. Don’t you think?”

Galmon shouldn’t be here. It directly disobeyed her standing orders. The young angel was too much of an easy target if a demon came her way. Too naive and impressionable. The temptation was too great. She heard the prayers of humanity and couldn’t ignore them any longer. The earth was soft under her bare feet, her toes tickled by the grass. Why had her brothers and sisters warned her not to come here? She stood barefoot in the park, staring up directly into the sun. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” She commented to a passing stranger.