Sarieva (fallen_justice) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-04-10 20:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | finished thread, metatron, rating: pg, sandalphon, setting: asgard |
Heaven Holds A Sense Of Wonder
Who: Sandalphon and Metatron
Where: The forests; Asgard
When: After Metatron returns from his outdoor walk
Rating: PG
Warnings: Happiness (beware, ye cynics and pessimists)
Summary: Metatron's sister, Sandalphon, falls from the sky on the evening of April 10th, bringing with her the last of the six talismans meant to save his life. Feeling her brother's weak spirit in this realm, she goes to him immediately.
Hundreds of years seem to pass in one dark, abysmal instant, and before she knew to stop herself, there she was - a great beacon of light falling from the heavens. After casting her own self from Heaven, she had wandered all those years, searching for any fragments of her power that had been scattered across the known universe. With enough gathered, that universe shifted, and there she was, tumbling down between the clouds and heading towards a forested world.
Should anyone had chosen, at that time, to gaze upward at the sky, they would have seen her, but not as a woman. She was a comet. She and her mighty sword. As she neared the world, her face impassive as her body soared downward, it was as though the land reached up and caught her simultaneously, and she fell between the trees and struck the soil much sooner than she had anticipated. It couldn't have killed her. That would have been impossible.
This had happened before. And because of this, she simply lifted her head, coughing. Sore, Sandalphon slowly sat upright, dusting herself off. Her simple white garbs were ruined and her wings - once beautiful, long, and glorious - shuttered, the few feathers ruffling like leaves. Reaching for her sword, she used it to help her stand, and she almost muttered something about the inconvenience of traveling when...when something called to her.
Sandalphon turned, her eyes widening perceptively, though her mouth stayed tight. It was him. It was Metatron's essence in this wind, in these trees, in this world. Her brother was here. Internally, one could say she was overjoyed, but the admittance of this feeling never entered her conscious mind. Instead, she concentrated on Metatron. All that he was and the source of his being. She was dismayed - no, concerned - to find it weaker than she once remembered it to be. Could it be his life was in danger, after all she had done to save him?
There wasn't time to dwell on that possibility. She'd waited too long to see her brother again. With that hope of meeting him imprinted in her every thought, Sandalphon moved through the forests and straight to Asgard.