Galladay Au fanfiction

A conversation with a ghost?

(If anything's really ooc mb man💔)

Sundays vision was clouded in a familiar church, where he is a priest.. the place bring an ungodly amount of nostalgia.. but why?

Sunday leaned towards the foggy glass in the confession booth, the words coming normally to him.
"Next..please come forward" he heard the wooden door slid open then close "The harmonys presence is with us, what sins do you bear?"

He hears a familiar voice

"**Wake up.**"

Sunday looked up and took a double take Sundays eyes widened and he almost fell off his seat.

"Gallagher?" His memories coming back to him slowly
,He cleared his throat "you're the last one I'd expect to come to the confession booth" Sunday says under his breath.

"Wake up, since you configured who I am, perhaps you are a little conscious." Gallagher speaks

"I'm perfectly aware of who you are and my surroundings, what do you want?" Sunday said in a cold voice.

At the dogs silence, Sunday sat back in his chair starting to get more irritated "What do you want?!" Sunday said in a harsher, more aggravated tone.

Gallagher laughs at The halovians growing anger
"What do you want? You're dreaming about me after all..~" Gallagher teased.

Sunday blushed a bit embarrassedly "You know damn well your nothing but a nightmare, you wretched dog!"

Gallagher somehow gets into the side Sundays on, with just a blink of the eye and sits next to Sunday.

Sunday leans against the wall to put more distance between them his eyes staring at Gallagher, his halo feeling more heavy on his head as this 'dream' goes on.

Gallagher touches his wings that Sunday once wrapped around his waist, a dark purple, the wings he kept hidden, maybe out of disgust, they were "dark", and "impure" for someone who's supposed to be an "angel". Sundays perfectly ironed outfit having one wrinkle at the touch, Gallagher holding his wing, that had neglected feathers

Like a bird who barely got to grow, or someone that neglected themself of care.

Sundays eyes widened as he felt the touch of Gallaghers hands he went quiet, slightly ashamed of them, but not able to move away for some reason.

"..don't touch them" Sunday says quietly

"They are beautiful." Gallagher argues

Gallagher Combs the feathers, letting the feathers fluff a bit. Sunday enjoyed it but he could never say such a thing. To this stupidly.. disciple man? But the wings behind his ears flutter, showing his happiness without even having to use his words, Gallagher smirks at the cute motion.

"Are you happy? Oh you poor shut in" Gallagher says, no real malice in his voice, maybe the tone more accusing ?

Sunday let out a scoff but didn't move. "What's that supposed to mean?" He glared at Gallagher.

"It's pathetic how badly you wanna be seen, but you shut yourself away like a caged bird. You know.. I can read your thoughts while being in this dream." Gallagher says, is it really him? Either way Sunday feels a bit unsettled

"Stop that." He says sharply his wings stiffening a bit

"You're afraid to admit it aren't you?" Gallagher stares into his soul, his eyes not holding his orange hue, maybe Sunday forgot the man's face, either way something's off.

Sunday stayed there, some fear crawling under his skin "Of course not.. I have nothing to hide...?"

"When you were young, you found an injured charmony dove with your sister. You nurtured it. In a cage to it was healthy, and your sister went out of penacony on tour. You guys opened the cage, hoping it would spread its wings and fly, but.. it fell and crashed to its death, you can't help but think it was safer to keep the bird in a cage its entire life.. but the only bird that got imprisoned in a cage like that its whole life, was you."

Sunday was silent until "Shut up hound.. I..I'm perfectly fine-!"

"You can't see your beloved sister anymore, you've got kicked out of the family losing your status, when Jade saved you from deep inside that prison, I bet you were depressed you didn't die, suicidal bird" Gallagher says harshly

Sundays eyes widened at what Gallagher said a mix of surprise and fear filling his mind he felt his heart twist painfully at the cold truth of Gallaghers words "Stop. It."

"You never wanted to join the astral express.. but you have to let it go now" Gallagher cups Sundays cheek making Sunday glare at him annoyed at the contact, but didn't pull it away, just found Gallagher an annoying soul.

"L..let go or else"

Gallagher let go. Smirking slightly

"I want to see you, spread your wings and **Fly.**"

Before Sunday could say a word, he woke up in a cold sweat.