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Dec. 5th, 2012 09:58 am
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So I'm working on my [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu story, which I can't really post here until it's finished and published in the zine, which means until it's done, I'm posting unfinished snippets that I wrote in ten-fifteen minutes, because most of my time is focused on [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu. Yet I don't want to break my posting streak. So have this random thing I wrote and will eventually finish as some point.

Frankie loved the morning. The morning after a full moon were his favorites, when his strength was at a high and Belial was still asleep. Full moons meant Belial was weak, at his low point, and the mornings after meant Frankie had done his best to ease that weakness. Considering Belial was an incubus who drew strength from dreams - and more from waking lust - it was a wonder Frankie himself was even awake. But even if his body was tired, sore, and twinging, he couldn't ignore the pull of dawn. He couldn't deny his need to slip out of bed, climb up to the rooftop and, with a contented sigh, let his wings spread.

Frankie's wings were a soft dove grey, shot through with paler shades, with white and tipped a slightly darker grey. They weren't the pure white most people associated with angels. At first Frankie had been concerned about that. The whiter the wings the purer the angel. His were grey and he knew why. Belial.


On the plus side, I'm 100 words away from the minimum word count for [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu!

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