Tethered

Extant

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Mac
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Sachiel guesses he must have drifted off again. His head is against the cold glass of the window, blonde hair falling into his tired, unfocused eyes. His wings are wrapped around him protectively like a blanket, all be it a worn, old and tattered blanket. He's lost so many feathers he's got no hope of flying ever again. It's only a matter of time before they fall off completely.

He's not sure what woke him, maybe it's the rain pelting the window, or the crack of thunder overhead. Gabriel must be pissed about something if it's raining this hard. His mind lethargically comments as he shifts slightly and leans against the window again, curling further into himself. He doesn't know why he's awake, but whatever it is can wait, he needs as much rest as he can get. Following a human around is exhausted.

It's when he moves his feet, stretches them out a little to relieve the numb feeling, that he works out what woke him. His eyes fly open as he sits up with a jolt. Fia is sat at his feet watching him intently. Sachiel blinks once, then again just to make sure he's not imagining it, but no, she's actually looking at him. His eyes are wide and uncertain as he meets her curious gaze. He's not sure how long she's been there, but obviously long enough to get over the initial shock that he's real.

He scrubs at his eyes and tries to sit up better, but his muscles ache and he struggles to move too far without grimacing. Fia watches him quietly all the while, a strange feeling of content washing through her from the first moment she saw him. Fair skin, blonde hair falling over his eyes, sharp cheek bones and jaw line. She wonders if all angels have such striking features.

Sachiel places his hands either side of him as he shifts his body until he's sat upright again. His wings are still wrapped around him and he wonders if it's because they're too tired to move, or if they simply wish to keep him comfortable. Either way he's grateful for it, he's not sure he could face her for the first time on his own.

"How long have you been here?" is the first thing she asks him and Sachiel wonders of all things, why she has to ask the one question he can't answer. He shrugs helplessly and wraps his arms around his knees again. "Why are you here then?" She asks, not at all annoyed, just curious.

"You needed help." He says the obvious, but his voice is hoarse from not being used and laden with weariness. She snorts a quiet laugh and he just blinks at her, confused by the action.

"You look more like the one that needs help." She says, smiling for what feels like the first time. Sachiel feels his breathe catch in his chest. His wings flutter gently against him and he snaps out of it, staring down at his knees instead.

"I'll be alright." He says quietly, but the gentle shake of his frame tells her otherwise. "It's you I'm worried about." He says, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he leans his head against the window again. "Someone's got to stop you falling over when you try to dance like Beyoncé." He says, loving the little gasp that comes from her. He forgets that they're not really friends and her knowing he's been there at her most embracing moment might not get the best reaction. However she just laughs and when he opens one eyes again to look she's blushing deeply, hand clamped over her mouth staring at him wide eyed. He just smiles and closes his eyes again.

When he wakes again, it's with a blanket draped around his shoulders and the dark of night keeping him groggy.