And there they stood.
He with his hands cradling the face he treasured more than his duties. Her entranced by the depths of his eyes. Rumors surrounded those eyes. They were pools of black that mirrored the sins of the world. They turned the bravest mortal into a whimpering child but the eyes on her, his treasure, his angel, reflected only her.
A cold wind chilled my bones but I dared not look away.
The stone encasing them grew quickly, turning them into a living statue to serve as a warning for our kind. A fallen and an angel could never be…..but I didn’t feel the threat of the winds or from the statue now before me.
There they stood, angel and fallen, together till time was finished with them. Forever my hope that one day I’d change everything.