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I didn't want to be ugly. You said I could be pretty- I could be the prettiest girl in the whole wide world- but you made me rot. I'm decaying, and I can't do anything about it. I just wanted to be liked. To be pretty. To be worth being seen... you've made me even more hideous than I started. I didn't think it was possible. I wish I never met you.
An inbetween. Broken and flawed, but a proof of concept. If only she would've stablized. If only she would have sprouted faster. If only she didn't start rotting. She's no better than the rest of my rejects, but I hold my angels dear.
Ah, Cherub... I like her. I feel bad that we had to do so much to bring her back, and my father pushed her testing just a bit too hard. She was a needed stepping stone to get to the Angel, certainly, but I am sure that the molting is unpleasant. If I am available, I will help her though it. We can have our moments; brushing her hair and helping pluck the loose feathers from her skin. She is very starved for physical affection, so in my checkups, I try to stay as close as I can. I hope she enjoys my presence.