Another one-shot. This one's a song-fic, based on Within Temptation's song Angels. Wonderful group, I highly reccommend them.

Now then. This is a bit depressing, and I'm not sure I like it. Hopefully it's not too dreadful, I've had only a bit of sleep the past three days. I'm thinking fifteen hours total. Anyway, reviews are always welcome, so drop me a line.

Sparkling angel
I believe
You are my savior
In my time of need

He was fighting back tears. Tears would be the worst response he could have, worst for everyone. For his tears could drown the world.

Rariel watched him steadfastly from the other side of the room, seemingly uncaring about the danger of the fallen tears. With a conscious effort, he pulled himself together. He wouldn't cry in front of Rariel, the man didn't need to deal with his overly emotional response.

"What are we going to do?" His voice no longer wavered, he noted distantly, as he shook thoughts of his love from his mind. His voice wasn't hopeful, nor hopeless. It was a mere question, for Rariel was sure to have a plan.

Rariel nodded in satisfaction, apparently pleased by his response. His pale grey wings ruffled slightly as he crossed the small room to stand on the other side of the table, the dark eyes and chiseled face stoic.

"Can you face him again?" Rariel's voice was quiet, and he knew the man wouldn't force him to. But it was something he had to do.

"Yes." He said, his voice as quiet, but a far cry from the wavering tone he'd spoken in previously.

Blinded by faith
I couldn't hear
All the whispers

They're warning so clear

The circle tried to condemn him, to punish him. He wouldn't listen, he knew he'd done wrong. He was repenting, his own way. To his surprise, Rariel spoke for him. He didn't listen to this either, just focused on Rariel's stoic face as he addressed the Circle of Celeste.

In the end it was decided that he would accompany Rariel with a small number. His repentance would be to lead them true and lead them faithfully to Leyrial's door. Something he planned to do already, but Rariel had managed to twist it around so that it seemed to be the circle's idea. They would leave tomorrow.

I see the angels
I'll lead them to your door
There is no escape now
Now mercy no more

The house was dark, but it always had been, no matter how many lamps lit it from the inside, the heavy drapes blocked out and kept in all the light. He still had a key, which he'd relinquished to Rariel. There were three others with them, three others in the case that Leyrial had reinforcements, or if he needed to be neutralized.

He steeled himself – he needed to see this through, he couldn't let Leyrial know how he'd affected him. He wouldn't let the man win.

No remorse cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart

Leyrial was waiting for them. He found it was easier than he thought it would be to look upon that flawless face, the dark grey wings folded serenely back, the green eyes watching Rariel beneath a fringe of pale blonde bangs.

Though that smile – that haunting, purely joyful smile – kept flashing through his head. The first and only time he'd ever seen Leyrial so happy. The smile he'd worn while killing every pure feeling he'd ever felt in the span of a second.

You took my heart
Deceived me right from the start
You showed me dreams
I wished they'd turn to real
You broke a promise
And made me realize
It was all just a lie

It had been so wonderful, something he'd never expected. Leyrial had met him, had drawn him in, had treated him so right. There was a hint of sorrow hovering about Leyrial, but that was to be expected, really, for one cast out by the Circle of Celeste.

But Leyrial had never really seemed as horrible as he needed to be to have been kicked out of the circle. Leyrial had taken him on a whirlwind of romance and love, shown him love and caring and devotion he had never even dreamed of.

But then Leyrial had killed it. He'd shown his true colors, breaking his promise to never, ever hurt him. In the span of an hour, his entire world had come crashing down around him, leaving him nothing to grasp onto in the wake of the dream.

Sparkling angel
Couldn't see

Your dark intentions
Your feelings for me

He hadn't seen it. He hadn't realize that Leyrial had known about the power of his tears, hadn't known that Leyrial had set out to make him cry, hurt, and flood the world. He'd only seen the dreams Leyrial had set up for him, had carefully constructed, so that when it faltered and died, it would hurt the most.

Leyrial hadn't taken into account, however, his stubbornness. He hadn't cried since he was very young, and his parents had passed. Only two tears had escaped then – and the earth had been subjected to floods, tsunamis, and hurricanes the like that hadn't been seen in centuries.

And so he had learned to not cry. He would not cry. Not for Leyrial.

Fallen angel
Tell me why
What is the reason?
The thorn in your eye

He didn't understand it though. What did Leyrial have to gain from the such an act? Countless deaths, horrible destruction, and though Leyrial was 'fallen' – the term for those ousted from the circle – there was no reason for such an act.

Though he could see the cruelty that could lead Leyrial to such an act. But he wouldn't let it come to pass. He'd been too easily deceived, and he wouldn't let any such mistake cause the suffering of anyone else. His penance – to bear it.

I see the angels
I'll lead them to your door

There's no escape now
No mercy no more

And then Leyrial's eyes latched onto him, totally ignoring the others in the room with them. Rariel watched them steadily, watched him steadily, though he somehow knew the man was concerned about him more than concerned he would join Leyrial.

Leyrial smiled, almost as joyful as he had when he'd tried to break him before. But he wouldn't have it – he'd stand strong, even under this assault. Leyrial was trying to sway him to his side, but he wouldn't hear it. Like at the circle, he was focused. They'd come here for one reason, and one reason alone. And Leyrial would not get away with it.

No remorse cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart

He turned away. He didn't see the faltering of Leyrial's smile, nor the scowl that followed. He wouldn't hear the increasingly antagonistic taunts Leyrial flung at him, trying to provoke him, or upset him. He stared at Rariel, the stoic guardian matching his gaze.

Finally, he nodded. Rariel smiled, the barest hint of upturned lips. And he knew it would be alright. Rariel would take care of it.

Could have been forever
Now we have reached the end

He cast one last look at Leyrial, his eyes stinging. It hurt so much. But Leyrial had ruined the Eden, the paradise, the wonders. He would never find anything like that again, he knew it. Even if it had been fantasy.

It could've been, it should've been. But it wasn't, it would never be, and it had never been, regardless of how Leyrial had made it seem.

And so he turned his back, ignoring Leyrial's loud shouting taunts, not seeing anything but what had been.

This world may have failed you
It doesn't give the reason why
You could have chosen
A different path of life

He didn't care, later, when others tried to justify Leyrial's reasoning. He didn't care that Leyrial's parents had been killed by mortals, that they had seen the darker hued wings they'd had and decided they were demons, from their primitive religion.

He didn't care that Leyrial had grown up under the care of his abusive uncle, he didn't care that Leyrial had written him a letter of apology. He wouldn't read it. He couldn't read it. He didn't want anything to do with Leyrial, and he didn't know why people kept bringing him up.

Rariel was steadfastly by his side through the months after. He didn't know why, nor did he realize that the man had been there until almost three months later. But Rariel soothed him, calmed him, and kept the tears at bay. Tears that desperately wanted out. But he couldn't let Leyrial win, no matter how reformed the man was.

The smile when you tore me apart
You took my heart
Deceived me right from the start
You showed me dreams
I wished they'd turn in to real
You broke a promise
And made me realize
It was all just a lie

It was especially bad at night. That utterly content and joyous smile haunted his dreams and nightmares. The recurring theme seemed to feature Leyrial ripping his heart from his chest, before studying it intently for all of a moment, then crushing it in his fist, rivulets of blood coursing down his hand.

He'd wake with his eyes stinging and his chest aching. Half the time he longed for the wonderful times he'd had with Leyrial. The other half of the time he wished to forget it all.

It was ages before he got over it, really. Rariel helped. He wasn't sure how, though, the man had managed to worm his way past all the defenses he'd set up. He was always there when he needed him, steady and comforting because of that.

Leyrial was dismissed when he was around Rariel. Rariel wasn't perfect. His relationship with Rariel wasn't perfect. But it was real, and it wasn't perfect, and that made it perfect in a way Leyrial could never get right, no matter how doting he'd been.

He managed it. Leyrial lost. He hadn't shed a tear.