Cracking out of your egg, your floppy, wet, wings, delicate like paper. Being born into the heavens; a miscarriage which sent you back here. In the gardens of life. The Spawn, raising you as a child. Sending you back to the lands when you were ready.

Leading the Spawn cult as a guide and co-leader. But. . . Then you met him.

Azure.

A sweet soul. His smile as warm as the sun and his eyes so soft. . .

The way he looked at you, his gaze filled with comfort and kindness not even a god of wisdom could explain. His hand-made hat. . . His black hair that he let you braid. . .

Everything.

The fact that he learned guitar to play you songs. Singing to you at night in a Nightshade garden. He always listens to you. Not even thinking of interrupting no matter how long your rant is.

You promised to meet him at his garden. Though, you were a god, he loved you like any human. And. . .

You loved him.

When you two got at the garden, him scaring you when he was hiding in a tree and teasingly brushing your wings with his fingers. But, when dust came, when he sung his song; the Nightshades he bared seemed to dim, the once vibrant purple now a shade of Mauve. The sky darkening and the clouds hugged the stars.

Winking at you, and his hand stroked the the stiff guitar strings. Clearing this through, nervously looking away from your gaze, but soon playing his song that he made for you.

The lyrics were sappy— yet absolutely beautiful. Making you tempted to kiss him— but you stopped, was this too soon? I mean-…was it?