El Dia de los Muertos.

Aiden: "what if she asks one of us to do it?"

Tara: I tapped my fingers on the desk, as I thought. "She'll never ask you to do it...and if she asked me to do it..." I looked up at Aiden, fear in my eyes, but quickly hid it and straightened up. "Then I'd drive the knife mercilessly into his heart."

Aiden: "you'd really be that mean about it?"

Tara: "Like you wouldn't be," I snorted, crossing my arms. No way I was going to let my guard down in front of this guy. I'd never tell him that I'd be scared out of my wits to kill someone.

Aiden: "true. I might twist it a little too." I grinned evilly. "And we wouldn't have to look far for a knife. She has one jammed in her wing."

Tara: "Why is there a knife in her wing?" I frowned, perplexed.

Aiden: "some humans were rallying last night against the angels. Set a building on fire. She put it out, and a human didn't like that. Jammed it in."

Tara: "Of course she put it out," I muttered, starting to see why Aiden might not like Rose. She was too perfect - little Miss Goody Goody. BLECH.

Aiden: I laughed. "See? Now you know why I don't like her."

Tara: "But that doesn't mean we should banish her," I said out of habit, although I was warming up to the idea.

^hehe Tara's going dark side

They have brownies. XD

Aiden: "fine. We attempt to reason with her and try to kill the dude. If they both dislike it, she's gone."

Whoa, what's the word "Razz" doing at the end of my post? O_o

Tara: I hesitated but then held out my hand to shake "Deal."

Where is that?

Aiden: I grabbed her hand and shook it.

Apollo: You are...the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon, Rose. Both inside and out. I told her softly, my voice calm, but dry. I thought I might cry, but I didn't. This was way beyond the matter of tears for me.

Rose: that did it. Tears started falling down my cheeks, and I buried my face in his chest. "I can't go. I can't kill you. Why does it have to be like this?"

Apollo: I hold her close and press my lips to the top of her head firmly as I close my eyes, my features tight with strain.

Rose: I was getting his shirt wet. But I had a feeling a wet shirt was the least of his worries. "There has to be another way. Something that we can both stay together. But I just can't think of anything."

Apollo: I simply sat there, keeping her in my arms. My mouth formed from a tight, thin line, to a snarl as the tears finally came, no matter how I tried to will them away. I rested my head on her shoulder, my body vibrating lightly with the sobs.

D=

Its so sad... but once !nspired gets on, they shall literally swoop in and save the day!

Rose: he put his head on my shoulder, and he shook from the sobs that had finally escaped him. We must have looked like quite the sight, two people, crying their eyes out. I just held on to him. I wasn't leaving. They would have to kill me first. No way.

Yay!

Apollo: My jaw clenched, my teeth grinding loudly. I couldn't lose her...I couldn't let her leave. They would have to pry her out of my arms.

Rose: soon the tears stopped, but our minds probably didn't clear. We sat there, holding each other. I kissed his cheek, then moved his head so I could kiss his lips. I was drained, the crying had left me with little energy. But I pushed on and kissed him anyway.

Apollo: I kissed her, tucking her back against my chest where she could rest some. I placed my hand at the back of her head, stroking her hair soothingly.

Rose: I was tired. All of my energy poured out of me as I cried. His stroking just made me even more tired. My eyes fluttered shut as I fell asleep in his arms.

Apollo: I sat there cradling her her in my arms, just watching her as she slept. She was truly an angel...in the truest sense of the word.

Rose: in my sleep, I dreamed. Yes, angels have dreams too. And nightmares. Mine started off as a dream. I was in Apollo's arms, warm and safe. The sky was blue, birds were chirping, the White Plague was gone. But then a thunderstorm rolled in, and a funnel cloud touched down, sucking up everything in its path. Me and Apollo clutched each other, and the tornado pulled me into its whirling winds, leaving Apollo behind. It dropped me, wingless and gray, into the Himalayas. In a prison. I tried to get out, but I couldn't. There was snow on the ground, yet I felt warm though. As I sat in my prison, it flickered to Apollo with a gun to his head. He pulled the trigger, and I woke up. I grabbed his shirt, trying to keep him close.