A Lesson in Angel 101 by Amelia (free novels to read .TXT) π
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James learns a little bit about what makes his mysterious angel friend, Jude, tick, and they become a little bit closer because of it all, in ways James never would have guessed.
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they're gray."
James stared at him. Then looked back at the wing. And, he guessed Jude was right, they were mostly gray, except at the bottom. That was definitely black. Butβ
"Okay, black, gray, whatever. Aren't they supposed to be white?"
And there was Jude smiling again.
"Ah, I see. Yes, messengers of our Lord have white wings, but soldiers like myself...well, I obviously haven't seen another's, but occasionally it will come up in conversation. One of my comrades, for instance, told me that on Earth, hers took an appearance like to a Cardinal's."
"Huh. That's...actually kind of cool."
James reached out and put a hand around one of the feathers, because hey, it was like right there, and this whole thing was kind of fascinating to him. He'd kind of expected it to feel...well, he didn't really expect them to feel like anything, since apparently they were just a trick his eyes were playing on his mind, but his hands seemed to be in on the deal. All his fingers felt was feather.
"I thought these weren't supposed to actually be the real deal," he said, rubbing his thumb along the edge. They were one hell of a hallucination.
"...Jude?"
He turned back to his angel, about to comment on the silence, but Jude's expression stopped him.
The dude looked like a deer in headlights.
Of course, James's instincts kicked in and he immediately scanned the area, but didn't see any threats, which confused the hell out of him, untilβ
He became very aware of his fingers now buried in the angel's feathers.
And their little conversation about angel wings came strolling back into his head.
James jerked his hand back as soon as he remembered, and tried to figure out what he was supposed to say. Had he really offended Jude, or just surprised him, or--?
"I didn't mean to, uh...I-I wasn't..."
He found himself wiping his hand off on his pant leg for basically no reason, really, but he couldn't shake the thought; Did I just grope an angel?
Jude slowly came back to life, blinking first, then swallowing thickly and turning away, mouth opening a moment or two before any words came out.
"No, it's...it didn't..."
He took a breath, and turned back to James.
"You're...not an angel, so it's not as...it's just a physical touch. It's fine."
James frowned, slowly, still trying to get his head around how flustered the angel had seemed moments before.
"It's...fine?"
"Yes...it's not nearly as personal as it would have been if you were as perceptive as one of us."
"Uh...okay."
Jude drew his wings back slightly, and James thought the angel was going to send them back to wherever angel wings go until Jude just...paused.
"Though..."
The feathers crept around James again, closer than before, and, God, he couldn't stop himself from scooting away from them a little.
"It was rude of you."
"Yeah, uh, sorry, I tend to...do that...sometimes..."
James was having trouble paying attention due to the wing that was still determinedly invading his personal space, and his brain was having a bit of difficulty equating "wing" with "part of Jude", so he found himself scooting away again, ending up with his shoulder flush against Jude's.
"...uh. Jude. Your..."
He glanced at the angel, who was...who was smirking at him, god dammit, James could swear he was, though his face looked nearly as blank as always. And damned if it didn't catch James off guard just enough to do a funny little thing to his heart.
As if that wasn't freaking him out already--all of the sudden those wings were over and around them with a little woosh of air and blocking out the sky so James couldn't see a frigginβ thing, but he sure felt the hands that placed themselves on the side of his face, and, andβ
And Jude kissed him. Just for a second, before pulling back and murmuring "Now we're even," before letting James go and dematerializing his wings or whatever, leaving just Jude, sitting there with his hands now safely in his lap, staring up at the sky.
"Hmm...there's Ursa Major.β
He pointed to another group of stars in the sky, and glanced out of the corner of his eye at James, still reeling from what just happened.
And the little bastard looked so pleased.
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James stared at him. Then looked back at the wing. And, he guessed Jude was right, they were mostly gray, except at the bottom. That was definitely black. Butβ
"Okay, black, gray, whatever. Aren't they supposed to be white?"
And there was Jude smiling again.
"Ah, I see. Yes, messengers of our Lord have white wings, but soldiers like myself...well, I obviously haven't seen another's, but occasionally it will come up in conversation. One of my comrades, for instance, told me that on Earth, hers took an appearance like to a Cardinal's."
"Huh. That's...actually kind of cool."
James reached out and put a hand around one of the feathers, because hey, it was like right there, and this whole thing was kind of fascinating to him. He'd kind of expected it to feel...well, he didn't really expect them to feel like anything, since apparently they were just a trick his eyes were playing on his mind, but his hands seemed to be in on the deal. All his fingers felt was feather.
"I thought these weren't supposed to actually be the real deal," he said, rubbing his thumb along the edge. They were one hell of a hallucination.
"...Jude?"
He turned back to his angel, about to comment on the silence, but Jude's expression stopped him.
The dude looked like a deer in headlights.
Of course, James's instincts kicked in and he immediately scanned the area, but didn't see any threats, which confused the hell out of him, untilβ
He became very aware of his fingers now buried in the angel's feathers.
And their little conversation about angel wings came strolling back into his head.
James jerked his hand back as soon as he remembered, and tried to figure out what he was supposed to say. Had he really offended Jude, or just surprised him, or--?
"I didn't mean to, uh...I-I wasn't..."
He found himself wiping his hand off on his pant leg for basically no reason, really, but he couldn't shake the thought; Did I just grope an angel?
Jude slowly came back to life, blinking first, then swallowing thickly and turning away, mouth opening a moment or two before any words came out.
"No, it's...it didn't..."
He took a breath, and turned back to James.
"You're...not an angel, so it's not as...it's just a physical touch. It's fine."
James frowned, slowly, still trying to get his head around how flustered the angel had seemed moments before.
"It's...fine?"
"Yes...it's not nearly as personal as it would have been if you were as perceptive as one of us."
"Uh...okay."
Jude drew his wings back slightly, and James thought the angel was going to send them back to wherever angel wings go until Jude just...paused.
"Though..."
The feathers crept around James again, closer than before, and, God, he couldn't stop himself from scooting away from them a little.
"It was rude of you."
"Yeah, uh, sorry, I tend to...do that...sometimes..."
James was having trouble paying attention due to the wing that was still determinedly invading his personal space, and his brain was having a bit of difficulty equating "wing" with "part of Jude", so he found himself scooting away again, ending up with his shoulder flush against Jude's.
"...uh. Jude. Your..."
He glanced at the angel, who was...who was smirking at him, god dammit, James could swear he was, though his face looked nearly as blank as always. And damned if it didn't catch James off guard just enough to do a funny little thing to his heart.
As if that wasn't freaking him out already--all of the sudden those wings were over and around them with a little woosh of air and blocking out the sky so James couldn't see a frigginβ thing, but he sure felt the hands that placed themselves on the side of his face, and, andβ
And Jude kissed him. Just for a second, before pulling back and murmuring "Now we're even," before letting James go and dematerializing his wings or whatever, leaving just Jude, sitting there with his hands now safely in his lap, staring up at the sky.
"Hmm...there's Ursa Major.β
He pointed to another group of stars in the sky, and glanced out of the corner of his eye at James, still reeling from what just happened.
And the little bastard looked so pleased.
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Publication Date: 07-16-2012
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