Okay. I need a new project to play with. I'm going to write a concept series.

*huggles Joan of Arc of Surburbia for idea* I haven't got it all planned out yet, so it might take a while to post... This is part 1.
Her beautiful emerald eyes hide a poisonous truth.
She’s an enchanted angel behind a veil as black as
cancer, and would sacrifice all breath from her
silken lungs for just one last look at the stars...
With sparkling, firefly irises, she can see every
anxiety of a broken, paralysed heart. Her calling
has never been to heal, but such sensitivity
carries the softest medicines for tarnished spirits.
She would’ve been drowned at birth were it not
for her star-crossed soul and tugging cries.
Feathered wings as dark at midnight tore through
liquid innocence; amniotic angel skins like a
witch’s hex. How can such a frail creature be
touched with such a curse, you say? Tragedy
will choose its outlet by calculation; Lucifer
foresaw a saviour dressed in lace and leather,
and diseased her heart before she could even fight
back. What use is a guardian angel who can’t save
herself? More than you’ll ever know. Don’t ever
dismiss touch as weak and irrelevant; it’s precious...