"Mortals do not have as much time as we do, which is why they serve as a greater being compare to the angels."
Every angel has to undergo multiple trials. Lithius was sent to Earth to undergo his delayed trials. Due to his unwillingness to particip...
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The moon shone brightly in the skies, blinding the sight of the birds that flew too close to it. Moths fluttered willingly against the glistening light bulb. The automatic door slid open. He scoffed seeing a couple sauntered pass him with judgmental eyes. Damn the angels for blessing his life with a lover that loves going missing. Wasn't it terrible enough that Adriel never trusted his words that someone was following him the other night? Now, he had to deal with the idea of his schoolmates blaming him for being an incapable lover? Where is Adriel when he needed him?
Felix headed over to the alcoholic aisle, studying the brands carefully. At this moment of the night, he needed something to accompany him. Not just to sober him up, but to ensure he would be willing to work on the recent assignments given to him. Grabbing two large can of beers, Felix headed to the counter to pay for them. He added a packet of sweets. Thanking the shopkeeper, Felix lowered his head and arranged his steps to the nearby lake where no one would reside at such hour. He put his phone on silent, slipping it into the back of his pocket. He needed silence. Silence to think and finish up his work without being distracted.
The piercing wind played no role in invoking his hazy senses. Warm yellow light from the hut at the lake waved invitingly, causing Felix to quicken his pace. He needed nothing except for peace and it so happened that no one seemed to be at the lake despite its peak hour. Settling the bag down, he opened it to empty its stomach, allowing it to be hungry once more. The scroll clanked against his bottle as if reminding Felix that it should be opened. Tempted by the colour, Felix rolled it open only to see a new word being formed onto it. He raised his eyebrows, scoffing at the words.
"Sounds about right," he muttered, brushing the edges of the green highlights on his hair and picked up the bottle of beer. "I'll be drinking tonight, so let's see. Will try not to get too drunk because I need to finish this piece of art to submit tomorrow. Alright, let's go."
Picking out the box of watercolours, he laid them gently on the bench as if they were precious gems being gifted by the ancient Gods. Felix opened up the container, gently trailing the tip of his fingernails against the soft brushes. He blew the specks of dust away, selecting three of them and dipped them into the prepared bottle. Felix set the art paper on his lap, staring out into the dark. The water from the lake rippled, reminding him of how dragons would emerge with their oversized neck, tempting humans to go near them. He tilted his head to the side, long veiny fingers trailed the patterns onto the empty piece of paper. It fluttered along with the wind, begging for Felix to paint a layer of skin to mask its vulnerability.
He leaned his sore back onto the wooden bench, staring out into the open where a gush of sparkling wind blinded his eyes and electrocuted the insanity in his mind to trigger his sanity. His rosy red lips curved into a wide smile, fingers reaching out to pick the smallest brush and immediately dipped them into the water to drown away its loneliness. Felix let his senses to come into being. Immersing the brush into the purple paint, he made out tiny strokes across the paper, carefully dripping a sufficient amount of water to create larger strokes across it. His left arm reached out, picking the beer and drowned himself with multiple sips.
