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[[ooc: I am not a poet, but that's what Ace wanted, so. Apologies in advance.]]

Such sweet sorrow, Death,
Sweeping souls to the sacred sepulchre,
In yonder halls, great gods delight,
Ghosts creep away from bright firelight.

Such sweet sorrow, Death,
Sent to live among the living,
Ugly sight, bright heavenlight,
Mangy dogs and fearful might.

Such sweet sorrow, Death,
Shut off, severed, sent down below.
Adonai, Elohim, for Azriel calls,
Such sweet sorrow, Lord, an angel to Fall.


Muse: Ace Kefford
Fandom: The Move RPF AU
Word Count: 76
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction.
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Muse: Archangel!Ace Kefford
Fandom: The Move RPF AU
Word Count: 531
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction.
Content notes: brief talk of Ace dealing with dying souls and those left behind
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  I think I might've been a girl once, or was it a boy? I can't remember. I look down at my body and I can't remember if it's meant to be mine. Is it mine? Who am I anyway? This is all just so confusing. Am I the Archangel, or is it different to the human soul I got inside me? Sometimes I feel like I'm two different people, but even that sounds bonkers. I got enough mental problems without adding that to the mix, that's for sure.

[Xe gazes down at xyr body. Lifting up a hand, xe stares at xyr palm, unsure. Nothing about it looks at all familiar.] 

Bodies are such weird things. I don't know how you lot put up with them. How they define you so much. Yer not meant to do that. But maybe it's different for me. I ain't never lived with a body before, and humans are weird about that. They told me, every day they told me I was a girl as I grew up in this body. But that ain't so much fun. And then the Archangel turned up, and then I weren't sure what I was meant to be at all. Never could work out how to dress properly.

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Muse: Ace Kefford
Fandom: The Move RPF AU
Word Count: 723
Warnings: body dysphoria
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction.

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[[Ace shuffles a pack of cards agitatedly. He dares not lay them down for fear of what they might tell him. But one slips free, a Queen of Diamonds, and he pauses a moment before picking it up and slipping it hurriedly back into the pack. He pretends he hasn't seen it.]]

They said I got it off him, me visions an' all. He saw things too, things that weren't there but he never saw the Angels like I do. Read more... )

Muse: Ace Kefford
Fandom: The Move RPF AU
Word Count: 548
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction.

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