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✧.* angel,
[n.] heaven's secret.
━tome of the divine
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YOU ARE TRYING to settle into your body-- build a home inside its walls and redecorate each room. But a part of you is missing. Your memories are gone, and all you remember is your name and that you breathed power once.
Aizawa brings you a cup of water, and you hold it in your hands. You wait for him to leave before you drink. Your memories are gone, but something is brewing beneath the surface: the knowledge of something bigger than you.
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THE HEAVENS HAVE A SECRET— and she is a girl. You see her a month after you move in with Aizawa. She is pretty in a haunted way: willowy limbs, a patched sackcloth dress and tangled, dark purple ringlets. Two hours pass. She doesn't open her eyes. She's unconscious, Aizawa says when you tug on his sleeve, asleep.
He, Present Mic (who you dubbed as Uncle Mic) and Uncle Toshinori (a lanky man who happens to be the limp version of the number 1 hero) bring a small girl home from the hospital. A contribution to an investigation, they say. You don't care about explanations— you're thrilled to see another kid! Even if they're swaddled in blankets. Even in they're sick and bruised. You like Midnight and Thirteen and Vlad King and Cementoss and every other hero who babysits you when the others are on duty, but playing with another a child will always feel different.
As of now, you crowd around her, pursing your lips and you can't help but think: is she dreaming? Aizawa says maybe. You watch him leave the living room, and you turn to Uncle Mic and Uncle Toshinori, beaming.
You and Mic play a game, guessing the colors her eyes may be. Brown, he says. Blue, you giggle. Grey? He suggests. You guess green. It's easy banter, until you look at her. Look straight into the webbings of her soul, at the holes and gaps and the charred gold fibers.
"I guess purple!"
She gasps awake, the three of you stare open-mouthed. Her eyes are a soft lavender, like flowers blooming in spring. She sputters, screams, you wonder if she's choking on fear.
