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the Angels are known for the choir of trumpets they are destined to call forth the rapture with , the angels gifted the spellbinding blessing of music to mortal men to try and capture what they image the end times would be in a melodious crash of noise / wind , but over time the toils of understanding strings and reed, the unworthy became worthy to recite holy harmonies and even string together a language that was secretive to only those who were prized / cherished enough to learn the octaves of bass / treble. But not many found the time to devote to understanding the angel’s whispers, so they waded their time elsewhere, in other skills and traits , but a righteous few devoted themselves to the cords , and with understanding befell wisdom of the time before written word . The bards were blessed by the faceless victors of heaven , and it made your heart swell at the idea of one day joining the ranks of the coven of histories , to retell stories of the wise and great with the silver tongues kissed into patient mouths by the Seraphims .
You sit , patient and quiet as you study your histories , till you could recite word for word the fabricated truth that the titan deemed ‘ correct ’ but here in the library , correct was upside-down, wrong was the way to go. You’re a golden guard, so a clarinet is not what your hands should wield. Your hands hold callouses from a staff , but with the scars and precision that is blessed to your trembling digits , you aren’t afraid to hold the delicate wooden instrument in hidden palms , staring over it in wonder.
your eyes glint to befall the coven head , as if questioning their motives in this moment , but you cant hide the shimmering light that rolls forth like a early tide crested by the rising sun. You can read almost what this gift is , just as the three wisemen gifted to Jesus items of great wealth , the songbird you were watching from your gilded cage to learn how to fly has done the same .
“ is.. is this mine ? ”
unprompted / @rhpsdys
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me reading a drarry fic for the first time in a week
my family
its like im home guys..