'"Cabinet is full of crackers. My favorite invention is my back
back. It is bigger on the inside. I also have a cloak that let's me
turn invisible at night. If an angel blesses it, I can be invisible
at day."
"If you want me to, I can." Constina looked to Lorne, smiling
shyly. She had never thought she was a good singer, though people
told her so. She was scared of singing in public, but shook off the
feeling.
Lorne
"Excellent!" Lorne said, "I do believe that Angels have the purest
of minds, good to see what's in there sometimes!" He said, making
his way to the back room.
Otomra began cutting the wings at just the right angel and he
slowly added on feathers. He leaned back and surveyed his work. It
was no angel wing, but it was a bird wing. Now he needed another.
Constina let go of Gabe's hand, and scampered after Lorne. She
entered the room, and closed the door. She hoped that the door was
thick, and turned back to Lorne. "R-ready?" She asked, blushing
nervously.
Constina let out a shaky breath, and began. "Death doesn’t
discriminate. Between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it
takes and it takes.History obliterates. In every picture it paints.
It paints me and all my mistakes. When Alexander aimed. At the sky.
He may have been the first one to die. But I’m the one who paid for
it. I survived, but I paid for it. Now I’m the villain in your
history. I was too young and blind to see...I should’ve known, I
should've know......" Her tone was undeniably pretty, and her
legs were shaking with nerves as she sang.
Flapping a few times he flew before gliding to tree and barely
clinging to it. He slowly climbed down and looked at his wings.
He'd hate it if they broke in flight.