El Dia de los Muertos.

Tara: "What do you expect? They're 'in love'," I said the phrase mockingly and rolled my eyes.

Aiden: "what did she do that made you so pissy?"

Tara: "What she do that made you so pissy?" I used the same method I had before to get out of his question. I picked up the angel supplies and put them back in their respective drawers.

Aiden: "what if I told you I wasn't pissy anymore?"

Tara: "I would say that's a weird change of heart. Why aren't you pissy anymore?"

Aiden: "because.... well, I saw how genuinely upset she was with herself for doing what she did. It looked like she was calling herself 'selfish bitch' over and over again. I thought she was a slut. But when I looked in her crying eyes, you could tell that she wouldn't want anyone else. Ever. That all she wanted was him. Did you notice he never spoke at all?"

Tara: "He can't speak," I explained dismissively. "And I thought you said she was perfect? Since when are sluts perfect?"

^he used the "s" word! :o The one he told Tara not to use!!

Ahaha lol

Aiden: "I don't know. I was just.... confused about her."

I just want to say...that this is DEFINITELY going on my list of Epic Events That My Characters Weren't Conscious To Witness Happen. =3

Just one question, will he still look the same (apart from the wings) being a survivor of the Plague and all? White eyes...pale skin...bruises...?



Apollo: I took a breath, my mind disoriented. My face caught in a grimace as I opened my eyes, my memories all scrambled. Where was I? The second my eyes found the blonde, they came flooding back. Rose. The kiss, the confession, the rule, her tears...my death. I felt a light weight at my back and when I sat up from the table, a pair of large, elegant black wings unfolded and retracted back neatly once I focused on them. I looked upon the two with a blank, cold expression, nodding my thanks. I stood, locking eyes with the girl for a moment before walking to the door, ducking out and closing it behind me then soaring out, controlling the wings easily as I did with the flute, flying until I spotted Rose and landing silently at her side. I resisted the urge to smirk as the girl's floored face entered my mind. She had feelings for the blonde, and I knew it. I toyed lightly with Rose's long, lovely curls as I reached over, taking her face in my hands and kissing her sweet lips.

Hmmm... I think he should have whatever color eyes he had before the plague. Bruises can go, if you want.

Rose: my heart fluttered as tears of joy fell. God, I was crying so much. I kissed him back. He was mine. Forever. I'm not leaving now. I can stay. He can stay. I pulled back, smiling, and threw my arms around him. I was so. Fucking. Happy. "I love you." I said.

Aiden: "at least he acknowledged us."

Uh-oh, good thing Tara doesn't know what he just thought about "feelings for the blonde", lol.

Tara: I crossed my eyes in irritation about Aiden's response to my slut comment, then went to clean up the few feathers Apollo had left behind in his haste. He had rushed off just as Aiden had said, though I expected as much. And it wasn't like I cared if he stayed.

Hehe lol

Aiden: "well, now that its over, are you not pissy now?"

Tara: "No, because someone else is pissing me off now," I looked pointedly at Aiden.

Aiden: "fine, ill go. Sheesh." I pouted, then walked over and kissed her cheek, just to irritate her a little more. I grinned, then left.

Lolz. K. Rose is gonna have to notice it, though. They're a deep chocolate brown, leaning toward grey almost. I'm gonna throw in my own surprise here in a bit. It's gonna scare Apollo out of his skin. Yay! Lol.

Apollo: I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist. Happy to have her in my arms and relieved that still wanted me. We were together. Never to be seperated again after tonight. She was so beautiful, and everything about her was mine. I looked around for the flute, furrowing my eyebrows in question as to where it was.

Tara: "Fuck you," I muttered, glad that he left so he couldn't see my blush at the kiss.

hello?

..

Rose: "oh." I said blushing, and removing it from the folds of my skirt. I looked up to hand it to him. "Your eyes!"I gasped. "They...they have color. Its so pretty." They were a rich brown, with hints of gray. "Its perfect." I smiled, handing him his flute.

Aiden: I flew to my house, and set to work organizing my desk again. Her cheek was so soft.. wah!! Wtf! Why was I thinking of her?

Why do I think I know what it is? :3

Lol, I dunno...maybe you do, but you probably don't. We'll see~! xP

Apollo: I blinked. My eyes? They had been different before? (Shows you how much he pays attention to himself xD) I dismissed it with a smile, placing the instrument to my lips. Do I make a fitting Angel to you...? I pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

Rose: "you make a perfect angel, no pun intended." I grinned. I kissed him again.

Apollo: I laughed, giving into her taste. She was so enticing.

Tara: I realized I still had Aiden's rule booklet, which also meant I had an excuse to go see him. I hated the idea and loved it at the same time. Blech, I was turning into a teenage human girl. Disturbing. Regardless, I figured I should just get over giving him the book, and flew to his cottage. I knocked on the door.

Rose: this was so much better... technically he was dead, by my hand, and I was traumatized for it, but yet here he was, kissing me, literally, an angel. I pulled back. "You know this comes with a house. On a cloud." I grinned. Maybe that sounded a little wrong... whoops.

Aiden: "trial's off, false alarm!" I yelled.

Name: Vincent Karmine.
What are you: Angel. (Wanted to be a Demon.)
Age: 16
Appearence: Dark brown hair with warm, soft brown eyes. Kind of tall. Fairly light skinned.
Note: Will all eventually be revealed-maybe.