"If you came to me willingly, I wouldn't have any need to break you," Archangel reasoned. "And the poison, you get used to. Even if I were to be him again, that scent would linger, you know. If you were to chase me out or cage me in with all the power your coven can manage, if you were to get him back, you would never be able to rid yourself of that reminder of me."
He fanned his wings, swept them forward, twin veils of death cutting trenches into the flower beds on either side of her.
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Date: 2014-03-05 04:01 am (UTC)He fanned his wings, swept them forward, twin veils of death cutting trenches into the flower beds on either side of her.
"It's a shame."