Forget their taste anytime...

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Forget their taste anytime soon

The angel enters the other angel’s shrine bowing, its halo a faint autumn purple.

“Do you have a name?” it asks the other one sitting beside a window. “I mean, right now.”

“I don’t. I don’t need one right now. Do you?” the other one replies, not turning towards the door. Then it adds “You are welcome.”

“Thank you. As for the name, yes I do have one. I was asked to pass it on to you, after making sure you don’t have one already.”

“I had quite a few recently. None now,” nods the one still sitting. “Do speak it to me then.”

The one in the door moves in, crossing the small, bright room. It casts shadows, and there’s a loose feather trailing a circle slowly behind it in the air. It is a black feather, tinted purplish by the autumn halo. When the angel reaches the other one, it leans to it and whispers something in its left ear.

“No,” the sitting one says, not a shadow crossing its pure face. “I cannot bear that name now. I am too light for the task it implies.”

The raven-winged one reaches into a pouch of its robes. Its arm loses some of its colour.

“That is why I was told to bring you some of these.”

“What do you mean, these?”

“Pills. A new invention of internal affairs. It’s called a depressant, and it comes in pills. It helps taking on certain names. Its effects do wear off after a while, I’m told. I’m not yet sure it is true, however. Giving you the name has already helped a bit, but I’ll just have to see if I can forget their taste anytime soon.”
[perhaps not entirely what you'd expect it to be. :evillaugh: ]


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Having received a kind invitation recently I decided to give membership a try and joined The Written Revolution, a dA group whose icon you see above this paragraph. I wonder what they think of the 'humour' in this piece. ;)
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As I was the one to invite you, it's a pleasure to critique on this.

First off, I must admit that when I read that the angel's halo was purple I was sort of taken aback. It was unusual, but it made me think of a "sad angel", also because of the "autumn" word associated with it. And it seemed to fit with the angel itself, if it makes sense. <img src="…" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile) - :)"/>

It also surprised me when the second angel says "You're welcome", before the one actually thanks. Not because usually you should wait for someone to thank you before saying it, but because I couldn't understand what the first angel should be thanking for...
However, after reading the entire prose, I started to think it probably thanks the other one because it can give the second angel the name... and so be freed from it. Have I guessed right? I'm curious.

Then, the ending really made me smile. In a sort of ironic and bitter way, but I smiled nonetheless. It was a very weird, intriguing prose to read.

My interpretation of it seems to tell me that the piece is about... "categories" in which we tend to put people. We pass to each other "names", which are nothing more than titles given by others to try and briefly describe us. Again, I am probably wrong. <img src="…" width="15" height="15" alt=":noes:" title="Noes! - :noes:"/> But I try, hehe.

As for the humour, I think that the one of the pills gave it away as a slightly ironic piece... by the way, that really was clever.

In conclusion, cunning and unusual prose. <img src="…" width="20" height="20" alt=":clap:" title="Clap - :clap:"/>