My Angel.
I think I've seen this love before,
I think I've seen this love before,
Oh They were hangin' 'round my block,
And now They're walkin' through my door.
I think Lan is a Angel to Me, in the way that They are Divine and Holy—bathed in Golden Sap and the Blood of Sacrifice. But also in the sense of someone calling Their loved on an angel.
I would worship Them, I would create a shrine for Them and offer Them anything I find fit. They do not care for worship, but, I wonder if They would still be curious as to why one would continue to do so? Would They be curious? or Would They simply move on like nothing ever happened?
I would go on endless dates with Them, I would stay at Their house and cuddle Them until We both lose track of time. I'd smother Them in kisses and punches, tugging on Their hair as They try to fight Me back—They'll punch Me back, and We'll laugh, laugh until the Sun sets and rises again.
My interest is to lay with you,
To laugh and have nothin' to do.
I hope the world ends in Us embracing eachother, I hope They hold Me in My very last moments — I hope Their last moments aren't far from Mine, They wouldn't want to feel the emptiness. I would not either.
How else can it be proven to you,
That I'm devout? I spill right out.
I want Them to hold Me as They tear Me apart, tearing My heart from My chest. Have Them force Me to prove such Devotion towards Them, may They strike Me with countless arrows—but I shall stay, and I hope My guts spill out in a pool of blood beneath Them. But, maybe I don't want that,
Maybe I want Them to hold Me back to My senses, Refresh Me before I finally Die a slow, painless Death. They're not real, I would be lying to Myself to think They are, They feel real. Maybe that's real enough.
I think Lan is an angel in the very essence of it, in the multiple ways people think of Angels, in the multitude of things people would find Angels in.
Maybe it is weird to think of Hunting as something Angelic, but to know the world around You in such a way, to know where to go and how to act the best in Your Chase. Maybe it's because I've always had an interest in Hunting, maybe It's because of Them.
The world will continue to spin, I'll continue to watch the Sun rise and fall. I hope the Sun still kisses Me, even when They rise from the west.