Flowers in the Sky [Tanslation] ChanLay

Ashes and flowers

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Uriel looked down the corridor of the cherub planes, concentrated in the arc of the bottom that adorned toward the exit, how two pairs of wings moved together and spread as if preparing for flight. His smile showed how proud he was and the peace his soul felt at last seeing his happy offspring. He was so absorbed that he did not listen when his brother called him insistently.

Paying attention to the archangel, he smiled, causing the question to be drawn on Rafael's precious face.

"ChanYeol is an angel with a rather large heart," Uriel said, taking a few steps back. "You raised him well."

"When I ascended I had my doubts, I confess and I repent, but it is my pride."

"I think mine too." Uriel moved his hand close to her face, dismissing it.

"Do you think that...?"

"I'm sure of a lot of things, Rafael.

The archangel gave him a new smile and together they left the halls of the castle.

At the end of the corridor, where Uriel looked, farther down to where the little garden was, a pair of Angels in the clouds enjoyed the view of the other. A quiet atmosphere surrounded them and the thick cloud over which they were, dismissed small pieces looking like cotton.

ChanYeol fluttered the wings again, causing the cloud to vibrate beneath them and thereby get the laugh of Uriel's offspring.

The even little Angel smiled, showing his hypnotic green eyes every time he met the ChanYeol blues. They had many similarities, facial features that gave them a title worthy of love and peace. The dimples that are astonished between one and another smile, and the pile of sighs that sacked throughout the talk.
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The silence settled when the subject was over and just when the glances had reached a point where talking was merely unnecessary.

ChanYeol, just an angel mediator of the celestial court, was deeply immersed in the luminosity that the descendant of Uriel had. His presence as well as power was intoxicating and made him feel his whole body as in a sacred mantle, of those with whom they brought the cherubim.

ChanYeol was afraid of ever losing that sight, the priority she had to be able to rub YiXing's skin without guilt. Aware of his opportunities, he brought his hand to the angel's cheek, who closed his eyes to the touch and soon cradled it with his fingers.

"Do you feel better, Chan?"

"Like new," said the mediator angel, drawing YiXing into his arms. Your presence repairs me more than your power.

"Should I be waiting for you each to land?"

"I feel necessary."

YiXing began to laugh and ChanYeol felt his whole body tremble, the power that the angel had in him was great.

With vague thoughts he remembered how well YiXing's hugs felt after the ascent, after a hard time trying to understand humans. But the truth is, Angels were not so different from them, so many similarities that terrified the fact of making those same mistakes. Although, after so much time watching the human stumbles, ChanYeol had been learning well.

Even they were not perfect, but they could modify their actions, that was certain.

YiXing reached the birth of ChanYeol's wings with his fingers, and played a little with nature in his hands. Uriel's descendant did not need the resource, he could create it. Thus, when he had the flowers in his fingers, he spread them like a garden among the angel's feathers, blooming more and more until he gave a fine detail to the wings.

ChanYeol did not avoid looking up when YiXing was smiling, so he moved his wings until he had a more sure view of what was happening.

"I like it when you do that," he confessed to the need to see his eyes, and he did, "they're pretty, right?

"Even without those flowers, they are."

YiXing came over and left a chaste kiss at the corner of his bad lip. ChanYeol closed his eyes ingratiated and grateful for the sweet details of his other half soul.

When they parted and their gazes met for the umpteenth time, ChanYeol brought his palm out in front of YiXing, prompting whispers to look in the center.

A small flame was born, brightening the eyes of Uriel's successor, although it was impossible to distinguish whether it was fire or its natural brightness. The small flame danced for a few seconds, until it began to take on a blue hue.

The dimples of both were discovered, were visible and waited for light.

"Playing."

He asked with doubt in the face of the angel with green eyes. His small, delicate hand came up to the blue flame, somewhat afraid of burning, but when he came into contact with it, he felt no pain.

YiXing laughed tenderly, covering the flame with his hand. Travieso thought a little and opened a small space between both palms to see, that as he thought, the blue flame was still there.

"She's very pretty, ChanYeol.

"Do you like it, YiXing?"

"I love. I will be able...?" YiXing yelled, trying to keep the angel's gift alive.

ChanYeol thought that everything was possible, so he left some of his own energy there, watching as the blue flame slowly turned orange until it was turned on again. They looked at each other with surprise and joy.

"You're exceptional, YiXing.

When the fire died out, ChanYeol looked up at them, inviting YiXing to do the same. And instantly nothing could be better, a heap of ashes began to descend between them, but they did not tarnish the neat cloud in which they were, but reaching their shoulders they became tiny flower blossoms. An unparalleled spectacle that left as a witness, a carpet of flowers and feathers.

"I do not understand how something dark, you can turn it into something divine."
"I do everything for you," said the angel, although he was always honest. I want to be with you forever.

"There is no end for us, YiXing.

"That's ChanYeol ..."

"Can you promise me anything?" He touched her request with the warmth of a hug, the head of his angel in his chest praying for his well-being. YiXing nodded, filling the moment with a silent prayer.

"You know I will."

"Can you love me all this eternity?"

YiXing's sweet sweets looked at those of the blue-eyed angel, and with determination in each of his expressions confirmed him with a kiss in the center of his chest.

There, cast into the cloud, within the gardens of heaven, both Angels made an eternal promise, which for their fate, never broke.