The next day I await for Hera to come. It doesn't take long, as he slowly shuffles up to the door. "Hey Demon Boy, pick up the pace before an angel sees you." Apparently, Demon Boy is becoming his new nickname.
He picks up his pace, quickly jogging up to me and following me to a bedroom. I look the door and we sit down. Him on his knees, his arms grasping them as he stares up at me, and I in criss cross applesauce. "Now," I tell him.
He stares at me, nervously awaiting for my task.
"Take out your wings."
"Huh?"
"Take them out." He stares at me, way too long. "Well I don't have all day!"
"O- Ok," He says, bringing his hands up defensively. His wings suddenly pop out, feathery and black. Bigger than any angels I've seen. I grab one, placing it in my lap and rubbing it gently. Soft. I stare down on it, my expression as nonchalant as possible but deep down I'm excited. Wings have always made me happy, mostly due to what happened when-
"What are you doing?" He asks me, his brows furrowing.
"None of your business. Just sit pretty."
"But-"
I glare at him, still holding his wing, causing him to shut his mouth.
We do this again the next day. Then the next. And the next. Always a half hour until my break ends, always holding his wings.
"Why do you like them so much?" He asks me, a week later.
"Mhpm," I say, instantly blushing. I don't like when he talks to me, I'd much rather it be silent. And normally, I simply ignore him or tell him to shut up. "They're soft, that's all."
"Oh."
What he doesn't know is that that's only half the truth.
"Can I see yours?" He asks, I look him in the eyes, my halo moving up with me.
"NO!" I yell, much too quickly.
"But-"
"No! I'll see you tomorrow, I got to go." I rush out of the room, him chasing after me since I'm the only thing keeping him alive right now. Not many angels come here, but rather be safe than sorry. Once we're at a safe distance I go to separate.
"Hey!" Hera calls.
"What?" I scream at him.
"I don't understand why you hate me!"
"I'll see you tomorrow!" I yell, ignoring his pleas.
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Can I See Your Wings?
RomanceZeus hates demons. Like, loathes them. He won't say why though. Just sits there silently, observing everyone's gorgeous wings and doing his job of bringing souls to Heaven. Hermes is always trying to be there for him, but talking isn't Zeus' thing...
