Antigone (tendermercy) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-03-09 17:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-12 |
Your eyes are raised to heaven
Who: Amelia & Antigone
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Late morning
It had to be said that for all of her time spent on earth (which was not at all that much when compared to how much time she had spent in general) Antigone was not at all used to such reactions from people. Lumi’s reaction was, she supposed, understandable. It made the most sense, at any rate - she certainly wasn’t sure what she would have done if she were a human a witnessing an angel fall from the sky. She could not think of a satisfactory equivalent, either. Although she was certain she could have made her torn clothes last a little longer before she resorted to replacing them. Not that she was at all ungrateful! Lumi had been more than generous towards her and Antigone had done nothing to warrant such kindness. If anything, she would have understood if the witch had run away. I could have been a demon. She did not know for sure that I was not. Her wings had remained furled since then. She was not in the habit of deliberately revealing herself to humans. Accidentally, yes. It had happened on more than one occasion. But for now she was content to remain in the guise of a human.
Which still received interesting reactions, but they were not reactions she believed she could complain of. One gentleman had purchased a cup of tea for her, which was very sweet - both the act and the tea itself. Another had given her his newspaper. He had already read it and apparently could not refuse such a pretty face. Antigone had immediately turned quite pink. She had only really been interested in the mention of the Pope and an angel, the whole paper was not required, but she thanked him nonetheless. It was very generous of him. Even if he was finished with it. A short while later, she had seated herself on the floor - not something she would usually have done, necessarily, but she had seen others do so and believed it best to blend in - and buried herself in the articles written about angels. It was both sad and perhaps a little disheartening that their return had caused such an impact. Had they been gone so long that faith and hope had departed with them? Turning to the front page, she eyed the date. The best part of twenty years. Antigone clutched the long-empty plasticy tea cup. It had been a small (but no less appreciated) act of charity, but it was proof that not everything had fallen to ruin. Lumi was proof of that. There had to be others.
A few minutes later, the sports, finance and business sections were removed from the paper. It really was very nice of that man to give them to her, but they made no sense to her. It had yet to occur to her that people were reacting to her current state and that they might not always be so charitable. She appeared to be a woman who had spent the last few nights sleeping wherever she could find shelter. Which was true, actually, but not something that bothered her.