Angel Cryptid Words
the edge: a story of endings and beginnings
content warnings: fear, blood, heights
I've reached the edge. Truest-blue sky stretches a whole hemisphere before me, interrupted only by the silvery trees at my back and ledge of rootbound cloud at my feet. I didn't think it was possible to reach the edge. I knew there must be one, for the sun dips below it every dusk, and moons and stars venture above it in their curious way some nights, but I hadn't ever thought to reach it. I wonder if I could touch the sun from here as it descends tonight. I wonder if it would burn me.
A bit of cloud puffs away beneath my feet and I scramble back with a cry, fuzz-feathered wings flaring. I'd better not stand this close. I might fall off. I don't know what would happen if I fell off.
(read more)i love angel themed things so ... here we are ... yay
probably going to use this as a sort of writing slash blog slash random short musings space
