Fables of the world above often told of light and golden happiness, smiles of hope with pretty beings granting wishful prayers. Many believed in the dreams of paradise, to fall into the embrace of peace were shadows never stepped. She knew better, of the skies and unseen truths that humanity failed to witness. There was a time that her own radiance mirrored the minds of children, creating the image of how they believed her to be. Yet with the dress of silk were unseen cuffs to cage her, and no doves could dance patterns around her yellow hair while she held her sword high.<br/><br/>It was a war that ensued, clashing wings of white and black to spread blood of the divine across the clouds. For years the skies rained crimson, joining the Earth and seeping into her mountains and rivers while mortal eyes remained blind to the carnage. They couldn't see the streaks of pain above their heads, even movies of warring angelic creatures could never compare to the reality of it all.<br/><br/>The battle finally found it's end, and so did she. What torture was it to take the hand of her enemy, to give her heart with intention of aiding his distress. It was betrayal of her people but she was a rebellious one, and in return the punishment was his death and her wings. Eyes of crystal darkened to sapphire, and her hair flowed to match that of raven feathers. Cast out from the harsh ruling of an enchanted kingdom, Iris fell to live among those she had fought to protect.<br/><br/>How little their minds were as they grasped on to religious words and houses of prayers, the realm they knew as Heaven held it's sour secrets as did any land. But she danced along when needed, hiding the truth and letting the comforting lies conceal the pain of abandonment. Years passed and time refused to brush over her, they had stolen away her powers but left her immortality. To live and die with humanity would be natural and quick, to continue life after others died would leave her alone and pained. Death could greet her with it's cold claws, but returning to life was just as agonizing. Her world had cursed her with an endless cycle of torture but she strived to fight past it, taking what she could while learning to blend in with the world around her.<br/><br/>Iris was drawn to his words and depictions of a place she once knew, if only he understood how close he was to the truth. It was welcomed change to step in the presence of one who could nearly see into her life, even as strangers greeting each other he managed to take her breath away. Roan possessed something within him that the woman could not tear herself away from, just as she remained stubborn to stay by the demon's side she found herself declining the thought of leaving his. No challenge was held in charming the fallen angel, one who sought silence and loneliness to escape the crazed world.<br/><br/>While not sexual, in her loose sweaters to hide well rounded curves, she did allow for her feelings to develop to a point within the romance which bloomed between them. Her virtue had returned months before meeting him, and it was a settled wish to not give herself as fast as she had the previous time. The man that she had invited happily into her home was special enough to take such a gift, yet even as her world began to revolve around him there was something that kept her from floating too close. Nervousness, perhaps fear, pushed the opportunities away just as they began.<br/><br/>She had been quiet that night, hearing the spite from the one that she had carved into her life. The thin line was not hard for her to see, and so she carefully stepped her path and allowed the fruity alcohol to counsel her. A smile crossed her full lips as she held on to the favorable moments of their night, long hair worn up to display the slender soft skin of her neck. It was no rare occurrence for other men to train their eyes on the beauty with deep blue eyes, but those eyes only remained transfixed on him.<br/><br/>With a light laughter that echoed his, Iris closed the door behind her before she removed her sweater. That night she had decided to decorate herself for him, a black dress that reached up to wrap around her neck in the manner of a halter top. Not used to the fabric that was much tighter than her wide tops, it took some time to grow comfortable enough to forget about the choice of clothing.<br/><br/>Snatching up the fallen coat to hand it alongside her sweater, she then turned to Roan with a smile that bloomed with her heartfelt emotions towards him. To others she was distant and a recluse of a woman, but he had peeled away the outer linings of her being to reach something deeper. Secrets still remained, but they were not of importance. At least, that was what she believed.<br/><br/>"Maybe you had one too many, hm?" Iris teased him, wrapping her touch around his waist as she leaned to kiss his cheek. Drinks had relaxed her enough to touch without thinking, and it might had been herself who had a bit too much.