heaven was wrong // fillie

the battle to end all battles

he viciously threw down his sword. it stuck out in the white floor beneath their feet.

"this is the holy land. you shall not be allowed to do as you please here" his voice rang out among the haze and crowd.

"this is my home. it will not be destroyed by such vile creatures" he scoffed as he let out a battle cry. the angels rushed forward, a new found rage struck within their eyes.

-

i sat anxiously in the safe house. i rubbed the sliver feather necklace that laid across my neck anxiously.

finn had forced me to leave. he said he wouldn't be himself when he fought and he didn't want me to see him act in such a manner. but, i did hear his battle hem. it's like he had said something just like it previously. there was so much i didn't know about him.

i know he's an angel and all but i couldn't help but be worried for his safety. i care about him. i cant imagine how heartbroken he would be if the holy land were to fall.

the screams were faint from where i sat now. they sounded like distant background noise. i tapped my foot anxiously.

the minions must have noticed my dismay. two of them picked up forks, the others spoons. they began to "sword" fight with them.

i let out a laugh. they sure did know how to cheer a girl up.

i joined in too, i grabbed a fork. i was guessing those were the angels. my side took down the spoons. for some odd reason it made me hopeful for the outcome of this battle.

-
the clock reads 2:34. i here a knocking at the door. i stand up almost immediately.

finn stands at the door. it's to dark to make out his face but, i know he's there.

he steps into the light. a triangular gash lays across his left cheek. he holds his right arm with his left. his wings were completely torn up, his shirt soaked in blood.

i pull him inside quickly, i don't say a word. i don't ask him any questions. there is just silence.

i look up at him. he can't meet my eyes. i bite down on my lip.

i pull him into a tight hug. he holds me.

"i'm sorry for making you worry." he says weakly.

"i'm just glad you're ok." i manage to say through my whimpers. i pull out of the hug, leading him over to the couch. he sits down as i grab a first aide kit.

i wrap up his right arm and make a makeshift sling out of a pillow case.

i gently apply disinfectant to his gash. he flinches at the pain.

"sorry" i mumble as i continue to work.

his wings are in bad shape, i don't think there's anything i can do about that though. i'm sure there's an angel philosophy to that.

i got over to the kitchen to make us some tea.

"millie?" finn says from the couch.

"yes?" i turn my head away from the pit for a moment to look at him.

"you know you didn't have to fix me up. my body heals faster then a humans" he says profoundly yet kind-heartedly.

"well i didn't know that but, i wasn't just going to let you just bleed out. what kind of mistress would that make me?" i raise my brow at him. he blushes at the fact i referred to myself as mistress.

the minions change him into some clean clothes as i pour the tea into some cups and walk them over to him on a tray with some biscuits on it.

he sips the tea cautiously, his hands slightly shaking.

"what happened out there?" i ask him. he now wears his white robe and black slippers, his face still looking beaten up.

"can we talk about it in the morning? i think a little sleep would help me process all of this" he says as he stares off blankly. his foot taps rapidly.

"well ok, goodnight then finn." i switch off the light switch and start to head to my room.

all of a sudden, i feel a tugging on my robe.

finn hangs lazily over the edge of the couch, his two fingers pinching the bottom corner of my robe.

"what now?"

he looked down bashfully. "can you sleep out here tonight... with me?" he looked up at me with those puppet dog eyes.

i smile at him slightly.

"of course" he crawls back to his original position. i sit by his feet. he grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him. he wraps one arm across my back and the other hand rests on the back of my head.

i'm thankful for the dim lighting. he would have never been able to miss the blush on my cheeks.

i snuggle closer to him, i can feel his pulse. it's slower than that of a humans. it's odd, and so interesting. i laid my head on his chest naturally.

"goodnight finn."

"goodnight, lovely mistress of mine."