The Golden Child (Tommyinnit with SBI)

Chapter 5- A Step into a World of Humans

Tommy POV

Sleeping felt like torture each night. Being forced away from that brunette and his precious guitar music for the sake of his own need to regain energy. But it was necessary. The longer an angel spent in the human world, the more human they would become. Their feathers would begin to fall off, crumbling into ash. The only way to combat this inevitability was to replenish in the angel realm.

Tommy had forgotten how exhausting stepping into the human realm was. Each hour he was trapped in the glass made his wings ache more and more. Angels were only meant to be on earth for an hour, maybe two at most. But he hardly cared. Listening to the brunette's music each day made everything worth it.

Over the time he had spent watching the boy, he had learned his name was Wilbur. He was the youngest of the family and the most dramatic. For instance, Wilbur was always complaining when his brother refused to lend him sweatshirts. He would huff about how it wasn't a big deal and complain even more, but his brother would never budge. Tommy would leave for the night, returning the next day to find Wilbur wearing the sweatshirt in question. 

Wasn't stealing wrong?

The brother didn't seem to mind, despite his initial complaints. In fact, Tommy swore he could see the pinkette smile just slightly at the sight of Wilbur wearing the stolen clothes.

Humans made no sense to him.

The brother's name was Techno and he was older by a few years. Unlike Wilbur, he was invested in two things. Greek Mythology and fencing. Every day Tommy would find more and more books stacked in the pinkette's room, exploring all kinds of topics. From the story of Theseus to the poems of The Odyssey. 

Wasn't there a limit to how many books you could check out? 

While Wilbur was sleeping in the early hours of the morning, Techno would sneak downstairs and practice fencing. Tommy would watch from afar, constantly having to remind himself that he could not interact with the world. It was memorizing, watching Techno parry and strike, acting like he had an invisible opponent. If Tommy was braver he would stand in the opponent's place. But that determined look in the boy's amber eyes was enough to force him away.

Besides the two brothers, there were also two other adults living in the house. Tommy had discovered this after Wilbur's door had burst open at two in the morning. Retreating towards behind the bed, he watched the man scowl the brunette. He went on and on about it being too late and the concern he had for the teen's lack of sleep. Tommy watched from afar, admiring the argument. The man wasn't just yelling at the boy, he was worried about him. Truly worried about him. 

Was that was parents were meant to do?

The man's name was Phil. He was always checking up on Wilbur, even trying to sneak a listen to one of the boy's unfinished songs. This, of course, started another argument. Tommy watched Phil with fascination. He worked two jobs, often coming home late into Wilbur's music sessions. But despite the dark clouds beneath his eyes, he was always the first one to wake up in the morning. He would make breakfast for the rest of the family without complaint, sunny-side up eggs with hashbrowns, supposedly the brothers' favorite. Even on the weekends he would wake up early, sometimes waking the house up to the smell of fresh pancakes. 

How could he just keep going?

The woman was always scowling at the man, repeating her concern of his own lack of sleep. Her name was Kristin. She always seemed to be lost in thought, her head stuck in the clouds. Tommy wouldn't have even known she lived at the house if it hadn't have been for the number of plates at the table. 

Despite what Tommy could only describe as the perfect life, Kristin never smiled. But she didn't frown either. She just looked exhausted, but it didn't seem like it was from a lack of sleep. 

Maybe she was sick? 

Tommy couldn't understand how someone could appear so drained. He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Maybe it was because it was his job to help people. Or maybe it was because he felt some kind of a connection, like something that was meant to be. In either case, he wanted to help her.

There had to be something he could do. Sure, Wilbur was his focus, but that didn't mean he couldn't help the rest of the family. So he waited each day, helping Wilbur with his song while trying to figure out a way to bring a smile back to her face.

Phil seemed to have the same plan.

One day he came home sooner than usual, perking Tommy's interest. Leaving Wilbur for a moment, he flew towards the kitchen. Ignoring the aching in his wings, down the hallway he flew, past the row of picture frames and into the blue kitchen.

"That's so sweet of you, darling. Thank you." He watched as Kristin hugged Phil tightly, sniffing. Was she crying? His heart began to beat faster. Was she okay?

He stopped at the sight of purple lilacs peeking out of a glass vase. Flowers? Why were flowers making her cry? Moving closer, he examined the drooping plant. He reached out to hold the beautiful blossoms, falling forward slightly. 

Right. He wasn't apart of their world.

Ignoring the thorn in his heart, he turned his attention back towards the parents. 

"I know it's been a tough day for you," Phil kissed the top of her head and that's when he saw it. The slight hint of a smile appearing for just a second on Kristin's lips.

"Thank you," she whispered, not trusting her own voice. "I love them."

Flowers make her happy, he realized. More specifically, purple lilacs make her happy.

The aching in his wings reminded him of his lack of time. Tomorrow, he would put his plan in place. Allowing his mind to wander back to the clouds, the world around him began to fade. The illusion blurred further and further until he had returned to the clouds. 

Hardly watching where he was going, he collided with another angel, making both of them splash into the waters below. Tommy immediately spluttered out an apology, rising to his feet before offering his hand.

The boy rubbed his eyes, looking around before glaring at Tommy. "Watch with you're going!" he shouted, ignoring the open hand and shoving past the blonde. One more glare and he flew off, muttering curses beneath his breath.

Tommy took a deep breath, ignoring the building tears. Even when he tried to act like an angel, he couldn't escape his difference. No one would ever see him as anything other than a failure.

 A mockery of the title "Golden Child".

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