These creatures had such strange ideas of what angels are supposed to look like. They don't look like their vessels at all, and their wings aren't really wings like birds have, and it's all wrong but he can't show her what it'd really look like without killing her.
"I'm too big and bright for you, you'd just burn right up. It's not on purpose, it's just that you're too fragile."
He frowns; he could show her his wings, sort of, if he didn't manifest them fully but only let the shadows show through. But why should he have to? He told her that he's an angel and that should be enough.
"And, anyway, I wouldn't be bearing tidings of anything, I'm not the Messenger. That's my little brother, and he's not here right now."
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These creatures had such strange ideas of what angels are supposed to look like. They don't look like their vessels at all, and their wings aren't really wings like birds have, and it's all wrong but he can't show her what it'd really look like without killing her.
"I'm too big and bright for you, you'd just burn right up. It's not on purpose, it's just that you're too fragile."
He frowns; he could show her his wings, sort of, if he didn't manifest them fully but only let the shadows show through. But why should he have to? He told her that he's an angel and that should be enough.
"And, anyway, I wouldn't be bearing tidings of anything, I'm not the Messenger. That's my little brother, and he's not here right now."