dress me up and watch me die
How funny that Tiphon's children all embody death in some way (or, almost all of them, it seems). The angel is the essence of purity and all that is good and yet his children are somehow tainted by darkness. While Elaria is blackened by genetics Ramiel simply acquired it as though it was destiny. Tiphon will never escape death and neither will his children.
A shudder runs down the length of Elaria's spine. Autumn is waning and winter is looming. The frigid air slips through her nostrils and kisses her open wounds. With the passing of time her body has sloughed away and she wonders if this is normal or if this is another curse in itself. Never will she be beautiful. That luxury has been stripped from her. The instant she was born and peered up at the faces of her parents she noted their hesitation and false smiles. What should have been a cherished and loving moment instead was awkward and forced. While reflecting back on it Elaria doesn't realize how tightly her jaw is clenched or how knotted her muscles are. Only when a dull ache travels through her does she notice.
She forces a deep breath, expanding her tarnished lungs as her molten eyes peer through her unruly forelock. It has been quite some time since she's last seen the Dale. Nothing has drastically changed. Ramiel may still perhaps be king with his dearly beloved at his side (a beautiful girl, much unlike Elaria). Like a shadow she lurks. Only when the sunlight brushes across her skin does the golden sheen sparkle, marking her as one of the half-angel children. It's difficult to see, however, as her body tries to retain some dignity with pieces of her flesh missing and destroyed.
Much to her dismay, she is almost identical to her grandfather.
Much to her father's disgust, she is almost identical to her grandfather.
elaria