Golden wings

Chapter 23 - Lost

His wings fluttered a little on the soft blankets.

Alexis moved his head to a side and frowned, but he did not wake yet. Soon, he felt the lack of leafs below him. His eyes opened a little; his mind was finally free of exhaustion. He felt relaxed, something that he had not felt in a lot of time.

Luckily for the demon some corridors away, Alexis did not freak up when he awoke.

The angel pushed himself up onto his elbows, and then sat up a little. He brushed his left eye sleepily, while his other blinked at the dark room. He could remember clearly, and that made him smile a little. He could not see the same light shine through the window, because it was almost night.

How much time had he slept?

He shook his head and hair, to try to wave off the fogginess he always felt when he woke. He got out of bed slowly, and he felt grateful for the lack of tension on his wings. It was the first time he had slept without hugging or folding them.

He stared at the bed for a while, with a faint smile. He was tempted to go back and rest more on it. But he resisted the urge. He walked towards the closet, and began to take out all his things from his bag, without hurry. He ignored the rumbles his stomach made.

He wondered how things would go from now on.

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Uriel was sitting in front of a big fireplace, leaning back comfortably on his black couch. His hands were holding a book, never leaving a scratch on it with his sharp nails. His eyes were glinting with the warm light of the fire, which reflected as well on the pages he was reading.

He always got entranced when he took a book. Reading was one of the few things that entertained him, or that he could do, besides playing music or cooking. He was so focused, that he did not hear the steps in the outer corridor, or how the door of the living room opened.

Alexis stepped shyly into the room, and his eyes glanced over to the many bookshelves in it. He had seen them before, but he could not stop looking, because it was a huge collection. He leaned his head, and then looked at his demon. Uriel had not noticed him, he was still reading; his tail was swaying side to side. So Alexis raised his left wing slowly, and then gave two knocks to the door.

That managed to get Uriel's attention. He gasped silently and lowered the book to his lap, to then look over and give him a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I did not hear or see you. I always get carried away."

Uriel stood up and spoke calmly, while he walked over to a bookshelf, to leave the book where it belonged. He never left something out of its place; he loved to have everything in order.

"You have slept through the day..."

Alexis nodded and brushed his neck awkwardly, with his gaze fixed on the ground.

"Yeah... It's a nice room. I kind of drifted off."

Uriel laughed to himself, knowing perfectly that Alexis had been tired of walking, that he needed a good rest. He understood; however, his angel was still looking at him with apprehension, with obvious nervousness.

The angel did not really know how to act; he was feeling uncomfortable about being his guest. So the demon tried to just act welcoming.

"Are you hungry?"

Alexis looked up, taken aback. He was unsure as if to answer to the calm but sudden question. He did not want to be a nuisance, nor ask too much of him. So he ended up shrugging and averting his gaze to the fireplace, like if he was not hungry at all.