You're in the Arms of the Angel (May you find Some Comfort here)

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Title: You're in the Arms of the Angel (May you find Some Comfort here)
Author: Omnifiasco
Site: Archive of Our Own
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27208621

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In the arms of an angel,

Fly away from here.

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you feel.

Percy finds himself crying in the middle of the night after finally slipping in on the windows of their kitchen. He had shared this small apartment with Gabe for a very long time now, after his mom died, and apparently he has to take custody until he's eighteen. That's in no less than five months.

It wasn't that he hadn't saved up, because he did. He truly tried to work shifts every night so he could have a decent apartment, but none of the ads lend him a clue to where he could possibly stay just yet.

So to speak, just so he could try to calm himself before he ends up dealing with the apocalypse, he had tried slipping in on a party that involved a few shots and a small pack of marijuana. He's never tried it once though, is the thing, and when he did it didn't feel right. He had been puking and trying to get it out of his system only to find out that his eyes may be bloodshot for another day or so.

To lighten up (knowing that Gabe wouldn't be home until six in the morning), he tried using the semi-rusty toaster he found on the drawer and made himself some french toast, except there's no seasoning in it. Shaking his head to pull him out of the reverie, he let it slide under his hand and into the space between, timing it a good few seconds before it clashed out.

And so maybe he had rotten luck, because the toast got stuck halfway through the opening, unable to be taken until he uses something small, like a tong or...a fork.

He got the fork out of the cupboard and slid it waiting...waiting...until-

" Stop that !" A voice to his left jolts him back to reality. He looks at the source of it to find a girl looking at him.

"Holy fuck , what the---" Percy turned, clutching his chest so tight it wouldn't drop. "You scared me!"

The girl flinched. Percy thought she was going to say something, but she just glared at him while she sits on the counter behind him, crossing her arms together. She was looking absolutely mad at him and whatever he was about to do.

" Stop that, you're going to get yourself killed."

Percy finally regained his senses, looking at her more clearly with his dry sullen eyes from crying earlier. She was about his age, wearing a black cotton sweater and jeans, obviously not affected by the heat of their apartment. She pinches her nose as if he disgusts her.

"How did you...How in the hell did you get into my apartment?!" He took out a frying pan sneakily, but he realized what he was doing. Wait, is this robbery? Murder? What does she want with him and who is she? Or maybe Percy was intoxicated. Is he tripping ?

The blonde girl rolled her eyes and snorted. She would have been the most beautiful girl he has ever seen (well, he doesn't see a lot, per se, but she looks like an angel) .

"I'm your guardian angel and I'm telling you to stop doing stupid shit," She sighs.

"Yeah, right. And I'm virgin mary." He commented, obviously not looking at her.

She let out an indignant huff. Just so she could emphasize her point, she stood up and pulled out a license(?) that has her picture in it, her name and birth year that says negative infinity. Okay…so maybe why no t right?

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