There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene/// I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Vaggie presses Lute to the training mat, her legs straddling the other exorcist’s and her arm at her throat. “That’s another win for me,” she smirks, removing her arm. Lute growls softly. “Get off of me. Her wings twitch slightly, pinned against the mat below her. Vaggie climbed off of her and stood up, offering her hand to the scowling angel. Lute pushes her hand away and getts to her feet, her wings rustling in annoyance. Her scowl deepened when she saw how messy her wings had become. She starts grooming her feathers back into place. “Do you want some help with that, L? I went a little hard on the sparring today,” Vaggie offers. “It’s the least you could do.” Lute sits down, folding her legs below herself. Vaggie sits behind her, running her fingers through the other women’s feathers. “Did you see the new exorcist?” She remarked, straightening feathers back into their neat configuration. Lute scowled. “Yes, she looks weak and unfocused, a hindrance to our fight against those sinners.” “I don’t know, she looks like she has promise,” Vaggie shrugs. “And did you see how she looked wearing our uniform? It fits her perfectly.” Lute’s wings spasm, smacking the woman behind her in the face. “What do you mean by that, Vaggie?” Her tone is sharp and flickering on dangerous. Vaggie pushes her wing down. “You know, it just highlighted her body.” Lute pulls her wings away and stands up. “We are exorcists. We’re above such trivial things such as love. I suggest you forget about this- this thing, before it gets you hurt.” “But why? I’m not hurting anyone, why can’t we love?” “It’s unnatural and wrong, get that through your head Vaggie.” Lute spreads her wings and takes off in the direction of the barracks. ~~~~~~
