forum When you Fall in Love with an Angel // OxO // Closed

Started January 04, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Azael watched Elijah for a moment, blinking. He didn't quite understand what Elijah was talking about, other than hunger, but nodded. "I do not quite understand." He said slowly, studying Elijah with those blue, blue eyes. "What are you planning on doing?" His voice was careful, calm and quiet. Reserved. An angel, through and through.

Elijah blinked back at the angel, not knowing how someone couldn't understand the simple concept of ordering food. "'What am I planning on doing?'" he repeated the question, almost as if he didn't hear it, but of course he did. "Why I'm sitting my lazy self back down on that couch and having someone bring food to me," he answered.

He raised himself from the couch, gently pushing against the cushion to help him push off. He walked over to the large stainless steel refrigerator in his kitchen and yanked the menu from under the magnet. As he read through the options of his favourite pizza place, he glanced at Azael, suddenly becoming embarrassed. Something about ordering food in front of someone who was almost a complete stranger to him made him feel funny.

He made a low humming sound and slowly put the menu back on the fridge. "On second thought, I'll go hungry." He walked back into the living room, seating himself on the carpet floor rather than the couch that time around. He placed his hand against his chin in thought, quickly pointing one finger in the air in a seeming lightbulb moment.

"What's it like flying?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "I've always been curious."

He blinked, cocking his head a little bit. "Oh. Alright." He didn't quite understand what Elijah meant, but didn't push it. "Oh. Flying is…amazing." he said with a smile. "It really is. I can show you when my wings heal, if you like." He ran a hand through his hair. "I should be strong enough to lift you."

Elijah smiled brightly at Azael's offer. Ever since Eli was a small child, he wanted to know what flying was like, moreover, he wanted to be a bird. And even though he wasn't going to be a bird, he still wanted to take the angel's offer. "I'd love that," he chirped, his face brightening significantly. "But for now, I guess I'll keep asking questions… Have you ever seen the stars or been to space for that matter? If so, what was it like?"

Another thing that Elijah had loved so much as a child, and even a teenager, was space. In the middle of the night, he'd always grab his telescope and open the curtains of the window. He'd just look far into the night sky in bliss, never wondering about could've been out there. He'd sit there every night, smiling as bright as the constellations far overhead. He had aspired to be an astronaut, but life just didn't work out like that, so he ended up in medical school, cramming for exams almost every other day.

"Of course I've seen the stars." Azael replied with a smile. "And as for going to space…" he thought for a moment. "I am not sure. Your definition of space may be different from mine, so I am unsure how to answer your question." of course Azael would take Elijah flying if Elijah so desired it. It was the least he could do. Then he thought of how he would have to wipe Elijah's mind of Azael when this was over, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to take Elijah's memories. He wanted Elijah to remember, wanted…he didn't know what he wanted. He was a Seraph; he wasn't…supposed to want anything but God's will.

Elijah's eyebrows pulled together slightly. He was sort of confused about Azael's comment on space, but knew that asking wasn't going to clear up much. He looked around the room in silence, before looking back into the deep eyes of the celestial body in front of him. "So, umm… I've been asking a lot of questions, do you have any for me?"

Azael bit his lip for a moment, thinking. "Ah. I…do not think so." He replied softly. The angel knew that the less he knew Elijah, the easier it would be later. Even though he didn't want to. But it was necessary. Or at least, that was what he told himself. Necessary. Of course.

Elijah nodded his head slowly. "Okay…I guess." Elijah was slightly confused at a complete and other lack of questions from the angel. He had imagined that there would've been at least one, but he wasn't going to push the matter. He decided to leave it where it lied and move on from it.

He pushed himself up from the carpet floor on which he sat and began to make way to his room. "Well, uh…" Elijah tapped his finger against his chin in thought as he walked away. "You can do… whatever I guess. Just don't get in any trouble."

With this, he turned into his room and closed the door quietly. He flopped back onto his bed and picked his phone up from the nightstand next to it. For the first time in the day, he had relaxed.

Azael nodded a little bit, watching Elijah go. The Angel ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a slow breath. He did not know what to do. He wandered over to look at some of Elijah's books, examining them curiously, brushing a finger along the spines as he read the titles and authors. He pulled a few out, looking at the covers, before carefully putting them back where they belonged.