forsyth | A Bit I Haven't Gotten To Yet

Angels love like adolescents. Totally, completely, like it's the biggest thing in the world. No matter how ancient the angel, in love they are all besotted teenagers. When they sing of their love, it's in the flowery phrases of a medieval bard, whose love is the very light of the world, or the soaring extravagance of opera or the most bombastic rock and roll. And they mean every word of it. No matter how often it happens, no matter how often they're hurt, every angel is always convinced they're The One. Some angels try to avoid this by being aloof and distant and avoiding love, others throw themselves straight into another right after each one ends, and still others pine forever after the one they lost when it ends. Even the ones who've been around mortals the most, and have to hide pieces of themselves away to survive, love like this. And they would tell the one they love everything if they asked, even if their love is mortal. Luckily for them, most mortals never think to ask.