@ lonelyweepingangels

the-lovely-astoria:

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the angel. Just a mere statue standing amongst the garden. When the girl blinked, the statue seemed to have changed it position.

No longer were the wings spread wide as if preparing to fly. It seemed to be a little bit lower now, only slightly wide. 

She stared at it, completely confused. “Why are you sad, I wonder?” she breathed, even though she only knew the statue to be made of stone.

The angel’s hands seem to have moved slightly. It’s clouded stone eyes seem to be staring straight at the female as if observing her, watching her closely… waiting…

@ lonelyweepingangels

the-lovely-astoria:

An angel stood nearby amongst the greenery, the gentle breeze swaying the leaves around the frozen statue. Her wings were were spread wide, as if prepared to take flight yet frozen mid-beat. Her smooth granite hands covered her downcast face as if shielding her vision from something. The air grew suddenly tense as the birds ceased to sing their song.

As she spun in the meadow, Astoria paused. There was a frisson of something otherworldly in the air. At the sudden lack of birdsong, she scanned the area, wondering what was amiss. She saw what looked like a statue of an anguished angel, one that might decorate the head of a grave. Astoria took a step closer to investigate.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the angel. Just a mere statue standing amongst the garden. When the girl blinked, the statue seemed to have changed it position.

No longer were the wings spread wide as if preparing to fly. It seemed to be a little bit lower now, only slightly wide.