Again & Again • the bird and the bee

Again and again, she let you leave with those black marks on your angelic skin. They were a sign of your sin, of the perfect shame. You tried to cover them with the soft folds of silk, but it became harder and harder each time.

You had never been that kind of angel, had always followed every rule strictly. But when you were given a mission on Earth, she had led you astray with her manipulative mind. At least, that’s what you told yourself over and over again. But the hard truth was that you were the one who kept creeping back, wanting to do it all over again. Maybe it was the thrill that lingered in her eyes. Maybe it was her naturally addictive nature. Or maybe it was just that you were never as holy as you told yourself.

"They are beautiful," she whispered as she traced a black mark on your stomach, one that had just begun to form from the sin you had just slipped into. Her own body was already covered in them, a painful reminder of what she was. And as much as you hated what she was, it never outweighed the desire you had for her. "They are warnings," you whispered back, staring up at the ceiling
"Of what I could turn into if I keep going." She chuckled lightly at that
"It's not that bad, you kn—" "It’s all that I am." You interrupted her before she could finish.

"Yes, my love, and that is the problem with you angels, you're all just objects for Him to use as He pleases. He doesn’t let you think for yourself. He doesn’t let you act as you want. And if you do-" she paused, her voice laced with bitterness, "you fall. You lose everything you were taught to be." Of course, she was bitter. She had fallen once. She never spoke of it, but whenever you gripped onto her back to find some hold in the fall of pleasure, you felt the wounds where her wings had once been. Probably she knew it better, but you couldn’t help but argue against her, just like every time before. Again and again. It was stupid.