His hand gripped the creatures a bit tired...this was nice.
His eyes felt heavy as he snuggled further against the creature and its shadowy form. No, it wasn't a shadow...it had a body but he just couldn't see it for some reason. It had a heart...he could hear it but it beat very slowly. Each beat made him more sleepy...
"̷̨̗̙̲̉̾͆́̓̋͆ͅḌ̴̛̹̟̏͗͗̆̉̒͐̐̇̏̓̓͠r̶̻̻̐̔̂̊̀͊̅̿̆͝ͅy̴͙̩͇̣̝̟͓͋́̀̔̒͋̀̄̀̂̽̕͝ͅ ̸̱̺̝̰̭̗̏͊͂̍͋̕͝ỳ̵͈̭̳̳͕͓͍̩̝̭͓͎̓̾̾͛̓̅̍ơ̵̡̢̢̻͉̝͇̹̞̻̫̻̝̺̆̀͊̅̈́̋͆́̃̋͘̕ṷ̵̢̡͍̳̘͙̳̱̎̈́̄̈́̉̀̋͊̔ŗ̸͓̫̻̜̟͔̼͇͕́̍̆̋̄͗͝ ̵̟̣͙͔̰̲͙̖̦̼̊̈́̑̈̍̅͂̋̔̏̚ͅţ̵̹̮̺̮͇͚͉͔̜̪̺͎͕̿̆́̈́̏͜ȩ̶̳̪͙̭̻͉̲͊̇̉̾͂͗͂́͋̚̕͜͜͝a̶̧̡͈͚̯̮̥̬̪̖͂̀̈́̃̍̈́̾ͅŕ̶̙̞͖͛s̸̯͓̪̯̜̹͙͙͕̾͂͆̈̍̅ ̸̙̮̹͕̈͂̀͌̓͌̀I̵̡̡̬̱͉͙̩̠͙̗͘͝͝͠ͅ ̸̺̘̼̠̰̹̱́c̴̣͔̬̣͔̰͎͎̣̓͑͐̔̾͌͌̆̿͆̚͜å̴̧̡͖̩͓̻̝͈͓̰͕̯̞̿͒̿̕͜n̷̛̪͔̮̙̆̀̓̈̋̌̾́̾͑͝͝͝n̴̛͕͚̫̼̻̟̻̲͔̬̳̳͛͊̄̅̂͗̋̔̂́́͘ͅō̴̞̣̺͍̲̈́͆̈́̉͆͋͆̊̀̇̚͝͝t̶̼̞̳̯̥̰̰͚̽̆͌̅̅̒̕̚ ̴̝̞̤̯̩͇̩̤̣̅͆̒́̆̏͑̓͒̇̚ͅs̶̢͚͇̰̞͋̓́̽ͅẗ̵̡̛͚̥̫̦͔͚͉͇̳͎̹̯͈͛̈́̋͋̐ͅḁ̶̧̨͇͇͕͉͖̟̘͙̗͍̋̅̎̕̚͜͠n̵̛̲̣̩̜̠͔͈̲̱̹̪͒̽̂́̌͋̈́̌͘̚͝͝ḑ̴͕̙̬̜̲̬̤̱̙͈̲̍̄͛ ̶̨͗̐̾̈́͛́̉̇͂̀̈́̒̋͘͘ṯ̵̡̛̮̫̼͉̑͊̌͝͝ơ̶̟̍͗̿̑͝͝͠ ̴̧̦̼̜̀́͊̽͗̐͒̈͘͘̕͝ş̷̧̹̟͈͙̖̜̜̤͍̀̉͗́̽̐͗͗̐̎̈́͐̚ȩ̷͕̥͕͉̗̞̑́̂͊̊̎̊̇̈̀́̉͠͝e̸̘̹̝̊̅̊̄̃̂͊̌͘ ̵̨̻̹̬̹̱̩̲̱̟̱̆̀̇̋̃̆̾y̴̛̻̘̩͙̞̤̫̦̝̤̾o̷̤͇̝̘͙͙̝̮̰͕͂͊ư̶̰̩̮̩̓̆̈́̎̎̚ ̷̡̠͙̬̭͎̙̲̜̓̑̒͐͑̈́͛͝͝l̸̡̢̜̞̯͇̖̪͙̖̯̥̱̈́͐̀͗͂͂̈́̎̚i̷̧̢͚̰̘̖̪̟̥͚͓̔̌̇̈́̄̓͗͘͝͠ͅk̷̖̗͓̫̼̦̲͙̟͙̘̂̍̿ͅȇ̵͇͉ ̵͎̦̹̠̻͈͈̲̦͔̂t̸̨̡̯̳͔̯̺̏͂́̿̂̐͂̔̽͒͋̑̚͝ḧ̶̙͙̞̫̲͚̳͈̲́͑̐̌͒͒̓̎͆̕͜i̴̧̯͎͍͈̯͉͈͚̦̻͎͆̉̉̊͒͒̎͝s̴͚̠̼̄̈̈́̌̔̒͌͒͑͆̔͋͊.̷̨̜̦̲͉̫̳̩̼̃"̸̡̰͍̦̠̜̗͖̪̺̟̜͗̉̿̔͜͝ ̶̭̻̙͚̯͋̈́̏̒̓̂̌͊̚͝͝
The creature spoke but any words it attempted to say were replaced with the sounds of thousands of radios channels being played all at once. It made Angel flinch away for a moment but no longer than that as he rested his head back down.
His eyes felt heavy, and his tears were drying as the muddled sound of jazz filled the once eerie silence. Everything felt warm and welcoming...he felt warm, and...safe.
"...Please don't leave me...please." Angel muttered, the last words before sleep claimed him.
Angel slowly melted back into consciousness and the world around him began to still...as he opened his eyes he realized he was in his bedroom, and not in the shorts and T-shirt but in his dress pants and shirtless.
A dream...
It was just another dream.
...But Angel still felt warm...his chest felt warm and fuzzy and for the first time in a long time, he felt well-rested and...calm.
He lifted his head and gazed at the window, the sun was just peaking up on the horizon and the birds were chirping a beautiful tune outside. The sky was a calm red and orange with greys mixed into it...Angel slowly sat up and looked around the room for his phone. He reached over the side and snatched it from off the floor before checking the time.
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Strings Of Fate
FanfictionSoulmates. Everyone had them, just not Angel nor Alastor or so it seemed....They lived both their lives waiting to meet that supposed soulmate, but the time never came. Now long past the proper time to meet your soulmate both have given up hope of e...
Chapter 12: Tangled strings
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