letters to him || a.i.

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Day: 19

Dear Ash,

You have almost been gone for three weeks and I believe that I am going crazy.

I found something today... my wings, baby. They aren't fully white anymore. The tips of a few feathers have turned black, I can hide them but I am scared they will keep turning colours.

Do you remember how we met? That always be my favourite memory of us. You probably remember but I am going to tell the story anyway.

I was doing rounds for Cupid when you ran into me. I know that every time I tell this story you are going to say I ran into you but no, I didn't. You started swearing like a sailor, picked yourself off of the ground, not even bothering to look at me. It was not until you were fully standing that you finally looked down. I think "Wow" was the only word in your vocabulary. Rolling my eyes at you, I picked myself up off the ground.

"Who are you? I can see you and you can see me but I have never seen you before." You asked me, confusion etched onto your gorgeous face.

I quickly unfurled my wings from being invisible and I think your jaw may have touched the ground ,you were so surprised.

"I am so dead." You muttered, your Aussie accent getting stronger.

"Why?" I finally asked you.

"You- You are an angel."

"What is your point, spit it out. I do not have all day."

That made a smirk land on your lips,"I'm Fallen, baby, and you are the most beautiful angel I have ever met; you are the sassiest too." You finally unfurled your wings for me to see.

God, you were the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen, even though your forms kept flickering. I could tell you were new.

"When did you die, and how?" I asked you.

"January 3, 1999. Suicide."

You were not as new as I had thought, you were 10 years as Fallen.

"Can I?" I asked you, walking over and holding my hand out hesitantly to your wings.

"Y-Yes."

I ran my hands over the soft, midnight feathers and into the down, marveling in their beauty. If you were already 10 years and you had your mature wings, why did your forms flick?

"Dammit, I thought I had finally gotten over that," you had mumbled.

I giggled at your frustration and rubbed the pad of my thumb over your cheek, "I said that out loud, didn't I? Oh well, I can help you control it if you would like?"

"You? Why would you want to help a Fallen? I'm trouble, beautiful."

"I was taught at a young age to love anyone, no matter who they were. My best friend, he was disabled and many people shunned him because he was different. He was one of the kindest people I had ever known. When I became an angel, that was the trait I carried with me to the Kingdom. I do not mind that you are Fallen, I want to help you. Why, I have no clue. I should be terrified of you but somehow, I am not. You intrigue me, you are beautiful in both of your forms; I didn't believe that to be possible."

You were silent for a moment before you asked me, "How did you die, beautiful? And when?"

"I died January 3, 1950; the same day as you but much earlier. I-I was murdered. Also, my name is Adeleida."

"Ashton, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Adeleida." My name rolled off of your tongue with that accent and I decided that I would not mind listening to you speak for the rest of eternity.

"Now, do you want help with your forms or not?"

It took a few weeks but finally you were able to keep whatever form you wished. The trick was that you needed to think of something to keep you in your Human form, I ended up being that thought.

You were cheeky back then and you still are, I find myself falling harder for you every hour.

I love you Ashton Irwin.

-Adeleida x.

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ily guys so much omg.

if any of you reading this imagine Adeleida as someone I would love if you told me who, I'm curious. I have her in my mind as someone specific but I don't really want to tell you...

picture is form flicked ash bc ugh

-m xx.