Hey! This is just a little thing that I wrote. I mainly focused on Eliza's look because of Jennifina's contest. Thanks for any help you can give me! I might actually add on to this, depending on your feedback! It's an interesting topic!
[EDIT] this is set in our time right now, and in our world. The Oath is a vow that one Guardian makes with his/her child. It is the Oath of love. I have been lucky that I have written this! I want to write more!
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When the wind blew through Eliza’s hair, it only made her more precious. Her face diminished the meaning of true beauty. Her emerald eyes gazed at me softly while saying the loveliest words known to man.
“Jason, I love you,” she said softly, placing her hands upon my chest.
I smiled and looked back at her. The complexity of her face would make one stop and stare. Her long, black eyelashes blinked casually and periodically. The meadow we were sitting in together only added to the beauty and love of the moment.
“I love you too, Eliza,” I said softly. I had known it for quite a long time now. She smiled and flipped her breathtaking brown hair back behind her ears. Her brilliant white teeth glared in the sun, giving her the look of an angel.
“You are an angel,” I said, accidentally saying my thoughts out loud. She laughed and looked up at the sun, her emerald eyes sparkling.
Quickly she gazed down back at me, laying amongst the flowers.
“You are my guardian angel. It can’t be the other way around.” Eliza said quietly.
I looked down from her stunning pink face and twiddled with a flower that was near me.
“Sometimes I wish it were the other way around. I can’t do a decent job of protecting you. I love you too much to focus on that,” I said, looking back up to her frowning face. The disappointment in her face stunned me, and I quickly said, “What?”
She placed her warm hand on top of mine and looked deeply into my eyes.
“Don’t you ever say that again, Jason. You are the perfect guardian angel. No one could be better than you.”
Blushing, I continued to look at the flower, “That’s not true. I have been told that I am lazy.”
Eliza put her hand under my chin and lifted my head up to look at her. Her emerald eyes dazzled me, and I smiled. She did not.
“Jason, there is no other angel that I would rather have then you. You haven’t failed me once. I love you,” she muttered, staring at me once again. I shook my long blonde hair and flashed her a smile.
“Thank you, Eliza. It means a lot to me that you say that.”
The moment was breathtaking; too unreal to be reality. Slowly, I leaned my head in to meet hers and without realizing it, my lips touched hers.
Adrenaline rushed through my body and I leaned in closer, savoring every moment. Quickly, I took a breath, still holding the kiss.
She opened her mouth and I followed, and it was nothing like I had ever experienced before.
“An angel is not supposed to kiss their child,” she said, leaning back to stare at my eyes. I now felt like I could do anything. I would break the Guardian’s rules for her. I would do anything for her. I needed her. She was part of my life now.
“Will you,” I asked slowly, deliberately trying to ignore her comment, “make the Oath with me?” I knew from her shocked expression that she hadn’t been expecting this question.
Deep inside of me, I knew that I had to. Something told me that she was the one. She was the one that I had to take the Oath with.
“But the Oath hasn’t been performed in…in centuries!” she said, aghast.
“So what? Who says that we can’t bring it back? Eliza, I need you. You have no idea!” I said, breathlessly. Her beauty was intoxicating me again.
“Would the angels approve?” she asked cautiously.
I smiled, showing my teeth, “Who says that we have to tell them?”
She looked down at the flower that I had played with earlier. It was gone.
“Where did –” she asked, but I cut her off, holding the flower up to her face.
She looked taken aback, but then a smile slowly played across her face.
“Will you please take the Oath with me and live with me forever?” I asked quietly. She looked at the flower, and then at me.
“Yes,” she muttered, and embraced me once more, taking the flower out of my hands. I pulled her head away from my shoulder and pressed my lips against hers.
I'm trying to picture it in my head...I don't think 'followed' is quite the right word, or maybe I'm just having one of my days...
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