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Eccomi qua. Riapro ‘sto tumblo dopo tipo dieci giorni e ci trovo questo:

Alla cortese (lo dico, davvero, senza alcun sarcasmo, dato che cortese è senza dubbio stata nel suo messaggio) sig.ra Sveva - che, mi par di percepire, ha già raggiunto e “convinto” un po’ di tumbleri (compresi alcuni dei presenti) - porgo, in primo luogo, i miei complimenti: io, per dire, non riuscirei a dormire la notte al solo pensiero di avere un Dell’Utri come cliente. Tipo, penso che prima di riuscire a finir di scrivere la frase “il mio cliente, Sig. Dell’Utri” le mie personali convinzioni più profondamente radicate mi spingerebbero inconsciamente a gettarmi in fiamme dal balcone mentre ingerisco acido muriatico e cocci di vetro. Congratulazioni, quindi, per la Sua serenità e pace interiore: invidiabili. Ben oltre la mia misera comprensione.

Ciò assodato, mi duole ammettere che l’assenza di un link nel suo messaggio mi causa incertezza circa l’oggetto della Sua richiesta. Si tratta per caso di questo?

https://emmanuelnegro.tumblr.com/post/238180320/marco-dellutri-non-%C3%A8-morto-perch%C3%A9-era-una-drogato

(se per qualsiasi motivo avesse problemi ad aprire il link, fornisco un pratico screenshot:)

Se di fatto è a questo post che si riferisce, attendo sua cortese conferma per prendere le opportune misure. Potrei metterci un po’ - sa com’è, autolavaggi gomiti che fanno contatto con piedi, le solite cose della vita che a volte fanno perdere settimane o mesi o ere geologiche - ma vedrà che sarò lieto di accontentarla appena troverò il tempo.

Ché non sia mai che questa notiziola vecchia e sepolta - di sette anni fa e della quale non avevo la minima memoria, così come, credo, virtualmente nessuno - ricominci a fare il giro di tumblr e poi degli altri social network e da lì in su. Sarebbe davvero sconfortante, specialmente in un momento in cui del mai dimenticato (nel senso di “noi non dimentichiamo”) Giovanardi, citato a margine nella notizia ivi riportata, i notiziari sono tornati a parlare, e per tutti i migliori motivi. Magari qualcuno sta leggendo questo post e non è sufficientemente intimidito, magari reblogga lo stesso. Che disgrazia.

Se poi volesse un giorno amabilmente discutere di diritto all’oblio e cessazione della rilevanza di una notizia, diciamo che potremo parlarne quando il concetto di “oblio” significherà la stessa cosa per tutti. Finché per qualcuno significherà “uscirne pulito” e per altri “morto ammazzato dallo Stato”, temo che non avremo molto da dirci sul tema.

Se invece ritiene che i fatti citati non corrispondano al vero, sarò lieto di pubblicare le vostre critiche alla succitata versione degli eventi; sono abbastanza fiducioso che di versione ce ne sia anche, nonostante tutto, una agli atti. Magari potete trasmetterci quella, Le assicuro che le sarà dato il dovuto spazio.

In attesa di un Suo cortese riscontro e auspicabilmente di lumi circa i dubbi di cui sopra,

Cordiali Saluti.

boyfriend jungkook
  • okokok lets DO THIS
  • i have a soft spot for little jungkook he was my very first bias
  • the softest cutest little man child
  • would fall for u within the first few months of knowing u and one day he just sees u laughing and his heart flutters and hes like “shit jungkook”
  • asks u out by standing at ur door at 9am on a saturday morning with flowers and a cute little teddy bear
  • laughs as u start blushing and freaking out bc ur in ur fucking pj’s w bed hair and a clean face damnit get it together
  • ever since then he thinks u look the cutest when u just woke up
  • does little things to make ur day a little better
  • sends u cute texts
  • tries to pull cheesy shit
  • “hey jagi lets count shoulders… 
  • *taps his own shoulders* 
  • “1..2..” 
  • “taps ur shoulder and then wraps his arm around u to tap ur other shoulder*
  • “3..4!”
  • whines when u slap him bc why is he like this
  • probably such a good kisser mm but u didnt hear it from me
  • likes when u play with his hair
  • cuddles!!! so many cuddles!!!!
  • likes when u wear his clothes
  • plays piano and sings songs and cooks for u
  • does anything for u
  • tries to make u laugh bc he thinks ur laugh is cute
  • lowkey the jealous type i feel like
  • favorite pda is holding hands or wearing something small that matches
  • beats u at every imessage game
  • wont let u win 8ball even out of pity
  • reaches things on the top shelf for u
  • pets ur hair when ur sad or sleepy
  • rly stubborn after fights but usually apologizes first after a fight unless u were rlly in the wrong and he knew he was right
  • ur moms wants u to marry him but doesnt say that out loud
  • such a good boyfriend honestly

J-HOPE (JUNG HOSEOK) IS THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND THAT

  • Finds new ways to make u laugh
  • Is all smiles
  • Does special performances for u
  • Shows u his spicy body rolls
  • Makes funny videos w u
  • Tries to do gymnastics in order to impress u*
  • *Falls on his face a lot
  • Plays a recorder w his nostrils (that vid has me weak)
  • Will throw snacks into the cart while u two are grocery shopping
  • Will try to piggy back on u
  • Brings u to a petting zoo/farm
  • (Gently) Wrestles u in the middle of the living room
  • Puts random objects in ur hair 
  • Kisses u on the cheek
  • Fake cries until u notice him
  • Has jump rope competitions w u
  • Rolls down hills w u
  • Hula hoops in department stores
  • Picks wild flowers and gets itchy
  • Finds content when holding bunnies
  • Puts plants around the apt
  • Plays Wii w u
  • Is a big exploring enthusiast 
  • Loves spontaneous dance parties 
  • Breaks everything*
  • *Will try to glue everything back together 
  • ** Gets glue on his face

HOBI BF PLAYLIST

i feel like these would be chill songs to listen to when its a warm afternoon and both of u are going around the town; exploring the city that you both live in - running through the alleys, going into little shops, and trying new street food. as the evening winds down, hoseok and u are on ur way back home until the pulses of bass pulls both of u in; u soon find urself in a local restaurant where they’re holding a small party and dance the night away heh (*˘︶˘*)

  1. No Police - Doja Cat 
  2. Hard for You - Tyga
  3. Needed Me - Rihanna
  4. Acquainted - The Weeknd
  5. Lost - Frank Ocean

MORE KPOP BOYFRIENDS

BTS

Rapmon

Suga

Jimin

V

Jin

Jungkook 

Seventeen

DK

Vernon

Hoshi

Wonwoo

Joshua

Woozi

Mingyu

Seungkwan

Jeonghan

A/N: honestly i think this has got to be one of my favorite mood boards and if u all also noticed i included 3 pics of hobi instead of 2 because i couldn’t decide and its just so nice ahh i hope u all enjoy my bf posts!! soon i think ill be adding day6 but for now i wanna finish up my lil bts + svt eggs

I motivi sbagliati per esaltare Sigfrido Ranucci

Tra i meriti di Sigfrido Ranucci, il nuovo conduttore di “Report” al centro delle polemiche dopo il servizio televisivo sui vaccini, ieri Marco Travaglio, nel suo editoriale sul Fatto, citava la trasmissione, nel 2001 su Rainews24, dell’ultima intervista televisiva a Paolo Borsellino. L’intervista fu realizzata nove anni prima da due giornalisti francesi per Canal Plus. Rainews la presentò come “l’intervista dimenticata”. A un certo punto i giornalisti chiedevano a Borsellino di una telefonata intercettata fra Marcello Dell’Utri e lo stalliere Mangano in cui quest’ultimo parlava di “cavalli” (droga) da consegnare in un albergo. Quel passaggio fece scalpore, visto che all’epoca era iniziata una indagine, condotta dai pm di Palermo su Dell’Utri e Berlusconi.

Solo che Paolo Guzzanti, all’epoca senatore di Forza Italia, dopo qualche tempo dimostrò che la risposta di Borsellino alla domanda su Dell’Utri non era quella montata nell’intervista. Era stato fatto un “taglia e cuci” che traeva in inganno lo spettatore a proposito del parere di Borsellino su quella telefonata citata come fra Dell’Utri e Mangano mentre era fra Mangano e un mafioso del clan Inzerillo.

Querelato dai tre giornalisti Rai, fra cui Ranucci, che avevano curato quella trasmissione, Guzzanti venne assolto. La sentenza descrisse la manipolazione come effettivamente avvenuta ma addebitabile a Canal plus. Ci furono poi altre sentenze in sede civile in parte contraddittorie con quella penale ma, in conclusione, se citando quella intervista si voleva esaltare il metodo giornalistico di Ranucci, era meglio scegliere altri esempi.

anonymous asked:

i have depression and find it incredibly hard to study, concentrate, pay attention in class, do assignments hell even show up to school half the time. my grades have suffered over the past two years and i'm stuck. i know you're not a mental health professional but just any tips for motivation would be greatly appreciated! thankfully i live in a country where only the last year of school 'counts' but i'm going into my last year next year :/

im so sorry that u are facing these issues :( i can try to help! *DISCLAIMER* i am a 16 year old girl without any mental health issues so if i say something that is incorrect please let me know

i really hope this helps u!!!! im always here if u need someone xox

JUN (WEN JUNHUI) IS THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND THAT

  • Likes to go mini-golfing
  • Embraces u in front of the mirror; staring at e/o’s reflections 
  • Gets antsy when u don’t reply to him quickly 
  • Holds ur face when ur upset
  • Tells u nothing is ur fault (even when it is sometimes)
  • Falls asleep when both of u are video messaging
  • Does coloring book therapy w u
  • Makes rough sketches of u
  • Sets pictures of himself as ur lock/home screen
  • Holds u close
  • Wakes u up at 2 A.M. to ask u if ur awake
  • Puts his head on ur shoulder
  • Dances in the shower (and u can hear him from the bedroom heh)
  • Likes to do his night routine alongside u
  • Tries to act cool when he sees something he really likes (but eventually starts smiling widely)
  • Dresses u up in his clothes
  • Gets upset at himself if he doesn’t do something right the first time*
  • *Goes to u when he wants to unwind and be nurtured 
  • Rarely argues with u (but sometimes when it does happen its over little things like u didn’t call him when u left/arrived somewhere)
  • Secretly likes to knit w u
  • Reminds u of all the things u two have done
  • Keeps a journal (noting everything you’ve done together)
  • Takes u fishing 
  • Always wants to go to the lake
  • Pushes u around in a shopping cart
  • Constantly has u on their mind

JUN BF PLAYLIST

its another relaxing afternoon in the apartment and these songs faintly radiate from the stereos. jun is quietly knitting while ur preparing snacks; he tsks to himself but then sighs of relief and holds up his finished product: a brown sweater that confusingly has two neck holes rather than one. you ask, “why is it like that?” and he chuckles and says “well it was supposed to be a sweater for u but since it has two neck holes we can both wear it” u then bring the snacks over to the living room and both of u put on the sweater laughing while doing so, he stops laughing and stares at u for a moment, then kisses u while both of ur foreheads are pressed against each other

  1. Northern Winds - City and Colour
  2. North - Sleeping At Last
  3. Never Be Alone - Shawn Mendes
  4. Hold Back the River - James Bay
  5. You’re Beautiful - Chester See

MORE KPOP BOYFRIENDS

BTS

Rapmon

Suga

Jimin

V

Jin

Jungkook

J-Hope

Seventeen

Dokyeom/DK

Vernon

Hoshi

Wonwoo

Joshua

Woozi

Mingyu

Seungkwan

Jeonghan

vampire!seokmin

HOW DO I START THIS IDK IM EMOTIONAL:

  • this kid is a sunshine literally can u see him as a vampire? BC YESSSSS I CAN SEE IT LMAO
  • i can see him being nervous about telling you that he’s a vampire i mean who doesnt get nervous ok
  • “uh… …im a vampire” “that was a nice joke” and he’d tell you that he is serious and youd distanced yourself from him for a while bc hOW IS THIS LITTLE BALL OF SUNSHINE IS A VAMPIRE???? ITS A PRANK RIGHT????
  • he’ll get all upset probably thinking youre ignoring him for the rest of his life but no youre not aND HE IS GONNA BE HIS HAPPY SELF AGAIN
  • “i thought youre gonna leave me bUT IM GLAD YOURE NOT”
  • will be careful around you bc sometimes he could lose his control bC HMM U SMELL SO GOOD CAN I BITE U
  • trying to sing random whistle notes at 6 in the morning why is he even up at 6
  • likes to lay his head on ur lap bc then youll play with his hair and he’ll slowly fall asleep
  • one time he forgot to restock his needs and he accidentally pins u against a wall eyes so red and you can see his sharp teeth iTS KINDA SCARY BUT ALSO HOT WTF
  • but he’s trying to stop himself from biting you bc sUNSHINE
  • he’s gonna apologize so much i can see it bye
  • “lets get a puppy!!!!!!!!!!!!”
  • ended up getting a goldfish for some reason dont ask why
  • dealing with all the inside jokes he has with soonyoung seriously
  • seeing the legendary ‘hey hoshi hey dk’ live
  • halloween with seokmin????? WOULD BE REALLY WEIRD
  • like its all just gonna be a blur then you suddenly have a cat costume on while he has a dog one on
  • a lot of hugs
  • a lot of cuddles
  • a lot of kisses
  • bUT KISSING SEOKMIN THOOOOO I CNAYBTGDB
  • kissing seokmin would be vEry vERY NICE
  • like have u looked at those lips mhmhmhmmmmmmm 
  • his kisses would be soft ans sweet but sometimes it could get all hOT NONONONONON
  • he’s the type to cut you with a kiss when youre rambling abt something aw
  • ok would seokmin bite you????? he is a real life walking sunshine but i mean youll never know right… … … 
  • MAYBE HE WILL BITE U after so many ‘are u sure its ok’ ‘its ok’ convo and when he did ?????I CANT DOT IHSIHSISIJSIHSI
  • he’ll kiss the spot where he bites u and hold you close (even tho its a hard time for him bc he just wants to bite u again) and nuzzle his face in ur neck and probably sing to you too
  • seeing ‘his’ smile that everyone loves 24/7 goals
  • he’s gonna try and do all the cute things wiith you 
  • he’s also a sucker for you isnt that obvious i mean
  • making out with seokmin tho do i need to talk about it im crying
  • i can see him smirking while kissing you and probably laugh while doing it bc he thinks its funny oK BUT AT TIMES IT WILL BE HOT AS WELL WHY AM I TORTURING MYSELF
  • when he’s away theres gonna be a lot of selfies of him and soonyoung bc soonseok duh and also video of him dancing to their new song ‘youre the first one besides us who listened to this ok ur lucky’
  • cute voicemails im sure of it
  • “…. ..ah why am i rambling? im kinda nervous and im not even in front of you did you put some spell on me”
  • “… .. but anyway uh …. ….i miss you.. …like so much”
  • “and uh… …i love you.. ..”
  • “THATS SO EMBARRASSING PLS TELL ME U FEEL THE SAME OR IM GONNA DIE HERE FROM EMBARRASSMENT PLS TEXT ME U DO FEEL THE SAME”
  • text him and on the other side he is smiling like a fkin idiot bc he’s sO WHIPPED BYE

OKAY I THINK I NEED TO DO DINO AND BAM IM FINISHED YOOOOO TURN UP GUYSSSYSYSYY for more vampire!au click here

scarligamerluss ha risposto alla tua citazione “Mi piaceva il post su Barbra Streisand avvocato di Dell’Utri ma in…”

Oltre a essere Trump lover ora sei anche un Dell'Utri Lover?

Evidentemente qualcuno ha pensato che appurata la mia presunta Trumpofilia (o Guardiofilia, o Chiesofilia, o Fasciofilia, non so… oggettivamente ignoro quale mio pensiero sia stato travisato), non dovessi manifestare anche il mio amore viscerale per il Dell’Utri politico e per il Dell’Utri uomo.

Ma io rimango umile e vado avanti nell’opera di travisamento.

If Uriel and Sitri were a couple

Scenario 02

Uriel: *staring intensely at Sitri*

Sitri: What is it?

Uriel: Nothing! *averts his gaze immediately*

________

Uriel: *lures before Sitri’s door for some time*

Sitri: *advances him from behind* Nanu?

Uriel: Wrong door! *hurries away*

________

Uriel: *keeps staring at the book in high concentration while Sitri is curled up against him*

Sitri: *watches him for some time* What are you thinking about?

Uriel: *huffs* I’m reading!

Sitri: You’re staring at the same page for some minutes now.

Uriel: *presses his lips together*

Sitri: *notices* *understands* *leans in* *breathes a chaste kiss on Uriel’s lips*

Uriel: *overwhelmed* *averts his gaze fast* *smiles to himself with rosy cheeks*

6

Sebagai orang yang menganut mazhab ga mau di-surprise-in ulang tahun di tengah malam buta (karena pingin tidur :p), terpaksa lah awak mengikuti kehendak jeung-jeung di foto ini yang pagi-pagi butanya musti ke bandara karena mau liburan ke Bali dan takut tak keburu ngucapin selamat ulang tahun.

Duh, muka bantal gw jaya baya banget yah. Dan bergonya alay banget, hahaha. Untung pas sadarkan diri langsung ganti jilbab cantik *niat*

Makasih surprise-nya Utri, Citet, Nisa, Atiqah, Inah. Selamat liburannnn <3

BerSEMANGAT!!

Fallen

For the Makai Ouji Valentine’s Day event I finally got myself to finish this story.


Fallen

„You won’t disappoint me again, Uriel!“

Blood smears the sword which now points at the marble ground. I stare at it. My body feels strangely numb and cold, at the same time burning hot. The moment seems unreal to me, somehow surreal. My mind is blank.

The sword vanishes before my eyes, taking with it the blood. My blood. Merely a handful of red droplets on the floor remain.

“Now leave.”

Michael’s voice hardly reaches me through the vapour clouding my consciousness.

“You may go for now. But the next time we meet I will kill you.”

A portal appears beneath my feet. I am falling. Falling.

The familiar warmth of Heaven fades away while I see the clouds zoom out of my vision. I turn my head. Slowly the ground is coming closer. For the first time there are no wings to carry me. Falling …

Out of Heaven, through the world of humans, into …

‘Not to Hell!’, I think. ‘Please, not to Hell.’


__________________________   _______   __________________________

 

When I regain my consciousness I find myself lying in a bed in a room that looks like the students’ quarters at Stradford. I need a moment to process my last memories. Right, I had been summoned to Heaven for a conference with Michael. He was mad about me breaking into Hell again to safe the young master.

Realization dawning on me I startle up. The pain jolting through my torso should tell me all I need to know, anyway my left hand seeks out my right wing – nothing. It is gone.

The world around me stops dead. My wing. My wing! All thoughts are hit out of my brain but this one. My wing.

I don’t know how long I am huddled here in stupor, too shocked to do anything. Only when someone clears his throat repeatedly I look up. One of the demons is standing by the door; the porcelain-doll, Sitri. Does this mean I am in Hell? But, no, he’s wearing the school uniform.

He comes closer – unpleasantly close – and the torturous pain in my back increases.

“Don’t!”, he says, reaching for my hand. I detangle the fingers from the bandages I hadn’t noticed I was clutching – or wearing in the first place – and shove him away harshly. The pain subsides.

I notice my hand is covered with blood. My eyes fix on the red liquid. My blood. From my back. From the wound where my wing should have been. The same red that smeared the blade.

Once again frozen by shock I am unable to avert my gaze. On the edge of awareness I observe him detach the stained bandage, then replace it by a new one. Lacking the resolve to rebel I allow it.

After he is done he seizes my wrist, provoking my attention. It’s repelling but I don’t bridle. Who would have thought I’d ever let a devil touch me. He looks me in the eyes with an expression I cannot conceive, nods towards the nightstand and retreats.

“I’ve brought you a bowl of soup”, he explains, gesturing at the item, “Drink it as long as it’s still hot. You’ll feel a lot better.”

That said he makes for the door.

Opening it, attempting to take his leave, however appears to remember something and closes it again. Without turning he adds: “I am going to the common room until tonight. If you don’t drink the soup until I am back I will force it into you.”

Then he is gone.

Time goes by without me caring or moving. I desperately try to block out all thoughts on the impact of losing my wing. Instead I focus on the pain. Like with the left wing I have to concentrate not to try to move it, which is pretty hard because the muscles at my shoulder blades react to every emotion, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to move what no longer exists. As long as the wound isn’t closed the skin will rip open with each motion. It is heinous.

A growling sound interrupts my concentration. I become overly aware of a hollow sensation in my stomach, added by a salty nausea in my throat. Startled I assume this must be what humans call hunger. Carefully I try to sit up, swaying dangerously. Fortunately the bed borders the wall, so I have something to hold onto. My gaze travels to the bowl of soup. For angels the necessity to eat does not exist. But due to the loss of wings as power-source demons have to consume food. Demons!

With a cry of anger I knock the bowl off the stand. It crashes into the wall, spilling its contents everywhere.

“I am not a demon!”, I shout into the empty room.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no!!

My fists clenched to the sides of my face and my eyes pressed close I try to shut out the truth.

I am an angel!

With or without wings, I cannot be anything else! Especially not a demon! I can’t become one of these damned, detestable, rotten devils, abandoned by God, living from human ill will and greed! But what if … If I indeed am to become a fallen one? I never took falling for an option. I’d rather die than fall. Michael must have known when he spared my life, masking it as mercy.

Despair supplants disbelief.

I cannot end my own life, the Lord doesn’t approve of that. My pride forbids to ask someone to kill me. And wouldn’t it just be another kind of suicide? Despite I do not want to die, I do not want to live as a damned existence.

While I brood day turns to night.

At some point Sitri returns to his room. I hear the metallic clack of the handle and the click of a door closing. But I don’t care. Nothing matters anymore. My inner turmoil perished and left a bitter numbness which conquered all of my body, even the pain. No will to die anymore, no will to live on. Something at the back of my head tells me I am deeply upset, though no sensation is there to prove it either wrong or right. I’m apathetic.

Sitri doesn’t interact with me, or at least I do not notice it lost in the dim vapour that is all I seem to know. The world turns grey. The door clicks.

Time for morning mass, I think. A new day is dawning. The second day that Uriel, fourth of Heaven, does no longer exist.

The door clicks again.

Sky-blue mixes with the dull grey - Sitri is staring at me. I return his gaze.

“How are you?”, he asks cautiously. “William is worried since mass was cancelled the second morning in row.”

I incline my head, hiding my face behind long brunette bangs. Shame claws at my chest. The shame for not paying any thought for the young master. For making him worry. And the shame increases at the pure idea of going before him as I am now. No, he shall not meddle with demons, regardless if I want to see him or not. I won’t stain him with my undesirable presence.

So I lost him, too, I realise.

Sitri talks some more, but I don’t listen. He tries to catch my attention, but I ignore him. The weight of all the things I’ve lost pushes down my shoulders.

My wings are gone. Never again will I be able to set foot into Heaven, my home. Never again will I truly fly. What does this ridiculous imitation of hovering in the air count! My brothers despise me now. Michael, Gabriel, Raguel. When we meet, one of us will have to kill the other. From now on I may never talk to God again. Due to my actions I lost the love of our supreme Father. And William … Even if he could accept me by his side as a fallen angel still, I am unable to do this to him. The young master must not develop a fondness for any creature from Hell. Of course the stubborn adolescent wouldn’t listen. So it is my last duty as the Twinings’ butler to cut ties with him. Cause who knows what I will become? I could never forgive myself if I took his soul!

I have to swallow hard. That it would be this painful to lose my family…

A sudden touch to my hair distracts me from my dark musings. That demon dares to-

But actually it feels nice, somehow soothing. Without further acknowledgement I close my eyes, letting him comb my hair. Shall he do as he likes.

He gently brushes my hair and it is as if he catches my attention with each stroke. The voices in my head quieten for the duration of the procedure, my awareness occupied with mentally following the brush. Up and down. Up and down. Until he is content with the result and retreats.

Before he leaves he places another bowl of soup by my side, scolding in what he must think is a strict voice: "This time I will follow through with my thread! So better eat it!”

Foolish demon, to think he could order me around. My anger makes me raise my swing - a short cry of pain escapes my throat. Of course, how could I forget… I bite my lower lip until it bleeds, creating a contrahenting pain to focus on. Oh Michael, why haven’t you killed me?

After some deep breaths the worst pain ebbes down. It is agony.

The hours drag by with me still sitting there indifferent. For what I know it could have been years or mere minutes until I feel the weight and warmth of a hand on my shoulder. I ignore it. The hand squeezes my shoulder slightly. Get off me, you filthy devil! Don’t touch me! But his hand remains in its position, he is waiting for me to react to him. His voice reaches my ears, but not my brain. Retreat! Let me be! My awareness of that small hand intensifies with each heartbeat, the hand of a creature from Hell, of a sinner, a traitor, an enemy. It is as if it was tainting me. In my imagination darkness floods my body outgoing from the point where he holds on to me. My insides wrench in repulsion. I want a dozen speers of light to pierce that hand that makes me realise my body is no longer sacred and pure, that forces me to face the inevitable descend into the impurity of Hell. I want a jolt of lightning to burn his flesh so he never can touch me again. But nothing happens. My eyes grow wide as I comprehend: Along with the wings my source of magic is lost!

If I cannot defy myself with magic anymore my education as Michael’s soldier will have to suffice. So my hand shoots out, seizing his arm. With all the force I can muster I throw him of me, shouting out: “Do not touch me!” He’s surprised.

I get up from the bed for the first time in days - at least I try to. As soon as I draw myself up, I stumble to the left, almost falling over. I manage to catch myself with a knee and both hands on the mattress, still swaying. It’s like it had been when my first wing had gone. My balance was disturbed for days until I learned to even out the missing weight on the left side. Luckily back then nobody had seen my humble attempts at walking straight, or worse, flying steady - with a little help of mirror-magic in order to get off the ground with only one wing at all. Today I’m not that lucky. He’s seen it, the demon. The useless puppet-demon. My jaw clenches at the humiliation at loosing face like that. He has seen quite too much of my lapse already.

It looks as though he senses my distress. His hands up, empathy in his eyes, he gestures for me to calm down, infuriating me further. His pity is the last I need now. If looks could kill he’d be dead immediately.

“Please acquiesce! Your wound will reopen if you keep moving like that.”, he tries to pacify me. “I understand how you feel. But I must insist you take better care of yourself.”

“What do you understand?!”, I yell at him furiously. “You don’t know anything!”

At my accusation his calm facade crumbles immediately.

“I don’t know?”, he hisses, his eyes forming angry slits. I expect him to attack any instant. Instead he surprises me once more, catches me absolutely off guard: He unbuttons his blazer, then his shirt and, tossing both on the floor turns his back on me. My eyes automatically settle on the scars covering his shoulder blades. The impressions they have on me is unforeseen. There is no possible defence as my mind absorbs the view. My back will sport a similar appearance soon. I react to this realisation in a way I’ve never reacted to anything before: I start to cry. Hot, burning tears fall from my eyes, accompanied by awkward whimpering. Helplessness and anger find their outlet. And the idiotic demon makes it all worse by hugging me tightly.

“You won’t become a demon.”, Sitri whispers into my ear when the worst sobbing subsides. Almost not hearable he adds: “You’re the same as me.” By the sound of it it makes him happy. I indeed find some reassurance in it. There’s a chance to stay whatever I currently am. I can evade turning into a monster.

Shortly after my outburst he has to leave for class. He left me another bowl of soup on the nightstand again. This time I eat it and he is right – the warm fluid makes me feel better the moment it runs down my throat.

Within the following days I recover more and more. My back heals, as does my psyche. Somehow I will find a way to go on, I am sure about it. Maybe I can begin my life again. Maybe I can find a new identity. But this is not the end.

After class and at night Sitri keeps me company. He does not touch me anymore and we talk few. But his presence no longer disgusts me. I eat the food he delivers. He tells me about the day, mostly about William, who still does not know where I am and what happened to me.

One day he asks me if I was ready to face the young master. He thinks it’s vital for him as well as for me and he might be right about it. So I nod. I will talk to him.

Sitri rewards me with a bright smile. I think he isn’t so bad after all, seeing how much he cares for William’s wellbeing.

“Alright, then I’ll go and get him!”, he says contently. “But before I do so…” He advances the bed which I inhabit. He sits down directly in front of me, giving me a look I cannot interpret. He’s somehow earnest, considering my face.

“Thank you that you’ll see him. He’s worried so much.”

And then he leans forward and his lips touch mine. As fast as the kiss comes it is over and Sitri over by the door. He leaves the room with an amused laugh. Too late I manage to throw a plate after him.