#Well not really romance. Idk wtf eril and sharron are. But they are. Something. or at least they become Something over the course of the wi

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

From an old WIP of mine that I might well revive :) TW for implied pregnancy horror

So, that night, I stood out in the field, wearing nothing but my nightdress. The fresh spring air made me shiver, but I would not abandon my post. "Lord Eril'sarniel, angelic messenger of the Father-King, hear me," I hissed through chattering teeth. "I beg you, great angel. Please."

He did not appear. "Your holiness," I murmured, desperate, "Great, wise angel, please, deliver me from my suffering."

He did not respond. "I have been a loyal follower of the Haven-King my whole life," I practically wept, falling to my knees in a prostration that would have awed the most senior nuns. "Heed me, for the sake of my beloved sister. Simply show yourself, and let the world hear His message."

He did not care. Why would he, that sanctimonious, self-righteous little prick? "Eril'sarniel, get your flamboyant arse over here now!" I practically screamed the words, fed up and tired as I was. "Fuck you and your stupid messages! Get off your high horse and do something for one, damn you!"

The angel materialised in a sudden gust of wind that made me chilled to the bone. "Yes, child?" His demeanor was icy cold, but… Was that the hint of a smile on his lips? "You have summoned me, as few mortals may. Now, explain yourself."

I stared at him, startled out of my wits. For all my anger, I had not truly expected to summon him. It had simply been a way to rage at the unfairness of it all, to vent the coiling spring within my chest. "I- I need you to repeat your message to my family. They don't believe me, or Sally."

He shrugged elegantly. "I deliver my message to the one who is to receive it. It is not my place to interfere in the lives of mortals beyond my messages," he said, and his eyes, eerily pale and devoid of emotion, bore into me.

"Than what are you here? What stupid message do you have for me?" I hated him with a stunning intensity, the same rage I reserved for the useless man who had knocked up Suzanne.

"My message," he said, leaning in closer, "is to stop shooting the messenger. I cannot help you. It is not permitted." He looked up, as though searching for a sign. Or a god in the sky, looking down upon us. "I must deliver my message, whether I like it or not. I have as little choice in this matter as your little sister." He swallowed, a barely perceptible bobbing of his throat. "But I will tell you this. Do not bother convincing them. They will see the truth soon enough. If you truly mean to protect your sister, look for a witch doctor. They can rid her of her unborn child."

I gaped. "Are you… Helping me?" I had simply thought to yell at him, or perhaps to prove to my mother that I was not lying. Aid, true aid, I had not even dared hope for.

"I am merely delivering a message, from one Angel Eril'sarnial to one Sharron Westerly," he said smoothly. Yes, he was definitely smiling, I realised. It was a small smile, more visible in the eyes than in the lips, but it was there nonetheless. "I would never dream of disobeying His Majesty, even should I disagree with his choices."

I could not help but smile back at him. For all the grimness, I had someone on my side. Someone who believed I could save Sally. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Godspeed, little warrior," he told me, disappearing before I had time to realise he had not called me 'child'.

Xena’s Share Day

i want to see your characters beg! show us a passage in which they’re begging for something, someone maybe. do they have a hard time asking for anything? will they get on their knees and plead? let us see!