Word Find Tag Game
Words provided by the very lovely @spacetimewraithwrites, thank you very much!<3 I like to think I have my strengths, but choosing new words for this is not one of them
Tagging without pressure: @fiercely-raging-writer, @sleepyowlwrites, @lunewell, @dontcrywrite and whoever else sees this and wants to hop on, to find superior, order, sinister and finality
“You do! You have a friend!” he cried, throwing the covers off the bed.
Anne shut up instantly – but too late. Tyrone had spun out of control.
More importantly, how had she allowed herself to get dragged into this? Mysterious were the child’s ways, and as a headache mounted and a heartache soared, she found herself in a predicament.
He’d been heaving long-suffering sighs ever since dawn, feet propped on black rocks banking the river. He’d become so skilled, he needn’t even look where he threw the hook. But when he lifted the fifth seaweed in a row, it danced tauntingly before his eyes – and felt his spirits start to wither. But he stopped caring. They had plenty of fish already, right?
It was a creature as beautiful as rain, as a storm overdue. When stained blots of light dripped over his wings, Anne raised her gaze quietly, agreement in her eyes.
Imera had always been the most beautiful angel in all Heaven.
However, when they looked back, he was locked in a shell [of wings]. A mirror of the night – and clouds shifted overhead. Sailing in the wind, they were thin as ghosts when starlight broke through.
It gingerly torched his wings, stealing their breath. Thin veins of silver light shivered across black feathers, and in that moment, he was a rupture of the night sky itself.
Space: yes, they are in fact liquid, just like cats
When angels descended, they could follow two ways. They could press their brow to the stained glass they held in Heaven, and drip-drop down that light onto the stained eye, descending from color in a shimmering shower. Or, if they had a statue, they could step down from it.
When carving them, humans would always leave an open space for the heart. Empty, until angels came and filled it.