Sauntering Vaguely Downwards - Claire
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"Considering the last time I saw you, you decided that Falling was better than staying with me, I'd hope you'd have a better reason than just 'catching up'."
He'd felt it then. The anger, encompassing and righteous as it swept through him. He'd ripped through the humans like they were nothing, feeling the heat of their blood on his fingers, seeing it splatter and stain the whiteness of his wings. And he'd known then he could never follow their Father's teachings.
These humans are wondrous children, their Father had said.
They were nothing but monsters, all too eager to defile anything of value that walked among them, Peter had seen.
Peter had still been dripping red when he'd returned, droplets of crimson falling from his fingers, from his wings, as he walked through the Gates. Each drop hissing hot behind him, each one of them a testament to what he had done.
Before he'd stepped through the Gates, he'd pulled a single feather from his wings. He'd buried his hand in deep to pull out one of the only flight feathers that wasn't stained red in some way. He'd held it out to Chris, fearing for the longest time that Chris would refuse him, would just turn away. And then Chris' hand had slowly reached out, his fingers carefully holding the feather as his thumb brushed over Peter's wrist.
It had been the last time they had touched before Peter left Heaven, the Gates closing behind him.
"Do you still think them worthy, Chris?" Peter asks.
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