You're my darling angel

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You're an angel. Not metaphorically, not in the "you're so sweet" way; you're a literal angel - ethereal energy form, wings, and all. But you're not just any sort of angel. You're a guardian angel. Guardian angels are a caste, or choir, created with the sole purpose of protecting those they're assigned to. Each angel is created specifically for the person they guard, with a few exceptions. The only thing you're programed to know is duty. Naturally, being invested in your charge is expected. What if your feelings for them veer away from "dutiful" into "fondness" and then...something else? Angels aren't supposed to know love, at least not in the way those in the living realm do. Still, nothing is as certain as it used to be, and you're not so sure of your purpose. All you know is that you want to keep your charge safe. Can you guarantee that, now?

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How to Play Comment with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd rather play the guardian angel or the guarded. Tag others. Use the RNG to determine your fate. Prompts Watching: You've been watching this person as long as both they and you have been in this world. Maybe over years, maybe suddenly, things aren't the same when you look at them. Guilt: You realized that these pesky emotions are growing and you know this is against everything you know to be true. Your kind cannot love, and even if you could, this is wrong. You have known this person their entire life and thinking of them as more is unacceptable. Terrible Angel: You're not angelic at all and fail neatly at almost all the benchmarks, but when it comes to the one you guard, you don't folly. Righteous Fury: Usually, angels must be removed and impassive. You see your charge mistreated, though, and you lose control. Relegated to Guardian Angelhood: You used to be much more important, of a greater choir of angel. Then, you screwed up and got pushed down into the ranks of guardian angel. It would be easy to be bitter towards your charge. You aren't, for some reason. Can't Be Seen: The person you care for the most can't see you. It's typical angel protocol, yet you can't help but want to make yourself noticeable. Affecting Your Work: Your growing and sometimes erratic emotions make your job harder. You're getting sloppy. You may even allow your charge to be hurt or allow yourself to be conspicuous. Jealousy: You saw your charge with someone else and it...it really ruffled your feathers. Maybe you lost your cool. Hopefully, that won't mean bad mojo for the other person involved. No one would be any wiser if you made their head more attractive to bird droppings, though. Kiss: Can you kiss someone when you technically have no lips? They might just feel a pleasant breeze; still, you're kissing them, and this is...nice. How They'd Like You to Look: You've decided to make yourself known to them, and you want your appearance to be to their liking. Inhabiting the Vessel They Love: A bit more sinister than the above, but also somewhat practical. They already love this body, anyway. Revealing Yourself: You're taking the big step and coming into their life as an actual, tangible presence. Of course, "I'm your guardian angel" rarely gets the response you hope. Stay with You: You promise that you'll stay by their side always, now as a physical companion. Confessions: No matter the costs, you're revealing your true feelings. Deciding to be More: It's dangerous, it's unheard of; however, both of you want to become more than just angel and charge. Intimacy Without a Corporeal Form: They know you're there even when you're not in human form, and they want to touch you. This can be a smut option, but it doesn't have to be. Intimacy With a Corporeal Form: You're beginning to learn what it's like to be intimate with them while you're in this new form. Again, this can be a smut option, but it doesn't have to be. Wings: Letting someone touch your wings is the ultimate show of trust and, in angel terms, one of the closest things you have to sexuality. Called to the Mat: Your higher-ups have learned of your sins. Now, you're on trial. Will you deny your charge? Not Officially Yours: Problem number one: you're in love. Problem number two: it's with some other angel's charge. Second Chance: As previously stated, most guardian angels are created for that one special person. However, some angels whose charges have died young are allowed a second chance. Will this new person ever replace your old? Protection: Now is time to do the guarding - by any means necessary, especially now, after realizing just what your charge means to you. Fallen: Because of your sins, you've lost favor. You've been stripped of your heavenly grace and you've fallen. Immortal: You must deal with the implications that your charge will die and you will be sent on to a new heavenly job. Failed: You didn't do enough. You let yourself slip, and now your charge is dying. They were more than just a charge, so you must do what you can to let their soul pass on in the most peaceful manner possible. But can you let go? CHOOSE YOUR OWN

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Comments

[old_school]

"I died," he finishes for Barry. "Only the powers weren't exactly done with me. They sent me back to keep an eye on you of all people." His troublesome and damnably attractive former nemesis.

"I know what you've been through because I've been the little devil on your shoulder."

Devil. Angel.
Whatever.

[adultflash]

"You've been watching over me?" Barry asks, a mixture of awe and surprise in his tone. It certainly explains some things. "Thank you. I...are you....here, here?" he asks, gesturing at him with one hand, while trying to brush the tears from his eyes with the other. He looks solid enough, but that doesn't mean that he is.

[old_school]

"Solid as can be," he reaches out to touch Barry's hand. "I am here because you need me to be here."

[adultflash]

It's the one simple touch that undoes him entirely. It's the first time he's allowed himself to cry in a long time. Even since Nora left them, he hasn't let go properly. "Sorry, sorry," he mumbles, trying to pull himself together. "I know this not really your thing." You know, feelings and all that.

[old_school]

Leonard reaches out to gather Barry lightly into his arms. Of course he knows how it feels, to hide emotion until the dam breaks and Barry was just as stubborn as he ever was. So of course he hides his pain and his heartbreak.

"Guardian angels have a slightly different skillset these days."

So yeah, have that to process now Barry.

[adultflash]

When Leonard gathers him into his arms, it feels like the universe is giving him permission to let go. He clings to him, burying his face against his shoulder as he lets the tears flow. "It's been...it's all been too much, Len, and I tried to be strong for everyone, but sometimes...sometimes I can't." It's why things have fallen apart between him and Iris. And if he's honest with himself, that started long before they lost their daughter. He needed her to be there for him sometimes, too, as hard as that was to admit to himself.

[old_school]

The touch is all the permission Barry needs and when he collapses into a tearful, rambling mess Leonard lets him. Holds him quietly until the tears subside and he remains quiet and pliant in his arms. A few shuffling steps gets Barry to the couch before he wanders off into the kitchen to make him a cup of hot cocoa, adding a liberal shot of whiskey to it. The alcohol might not do anything for him, but it would help warm him through.

[adultflash]

Barry does relax against him eventually, just resting there until Leonard tugs him to the couch. He curls up, somehow managing to make himself look smaller despite his gangly limbs, and reaches for the mug gratefully when Leonard returns. He takes a slow sip, then sets it down on the table, tugging Leonard down to sit with him.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he murmurs. “It’s like a dream.”