Golden wings

Chapter 38 - Use

Uriel focused...

His tail swayed behind him while his hands worked. His eyes gained a faint trace of joy, when he managed to mix the sauce perfectly with the slice of salmon. He let out a long sigh, and contemplated the plate.

It had been a lot of days since he made a normal recipe by his standards. A lot of days had gone by since he cooked something decent. Alexis may have been eating, but he only accepted small things, which barely satiated his hunger. Fruit, mostly, and usually, he left them half bitten. It was not a good thing for his metabolism, even if his race could go on without a normal diet.

He kept trying to make Alexis eat normally again. Little by little, he was managing. They argued quite a bit...Well, they had silent arguments, because his angel was still bitter and distrustful. But these days, Alexis had complied and eaten more; he had not pushed the food away.

Even if quiet, his angel was slowly coming to terms. Things were not easy however; Alexis sometimes looked over his shoulder, or to him, with aversion. Sometimes, when he thought he was not looking at him.

There was one fact that had made a huge difference, something that had brought a slight trace of hope. Alexis had allowed him to try to help him walk, on occasion. He was tired of being locked in his room. He knew, he only needed to see how he glared at the walls or ceiling to know he wished to walk again. His angel did not ask, nor demand... He simply let him near and give a hand.

Uriel pushed those thoughts away. He took a deep breath, and then took the food from the counter carefully. He hoped Alexis would accept this food, because it was more than what he had been eating.

He headed towards the central area of the manor. He walked slowly through the corridors, towards the living room. He had left Alexis there, sitting in front of the fireplace. His wounds had almost healed, they were almost gone. However, the scars were still there, forever to stay. His wings were ripped brutally, and those wounds were deepened by claws... It was not nice to look at. He was broken, but he was recovering as much as he could. He had been able to walk somewhat these days; he was improving day by day.

But Alexis was bored. And he refused to acknowledge Uriel's presence around him. He did not want to spend time like they did before, playing chess or simply chatting... Something which Uriel knew they wouldn't do again. It left the angel with only one thing to do: ponder about his loss and depression.

Uriel opened the door of the living room, and opened his mouth to speak. But instead of speaking, he blinked. He did not see the angel on the couch, where he had led him hours before. Alexis was sitting on the ground instead, closer to the fireplace. He had a long black cloth at his feet and on his lap. There were a lot of sewing tools around him. Uriel looked slowly at the open drawers in the room, from where the mess on the ground came. Then, he glanced at the window... and felt horror.

The curtains were gone. Well, there was something left of them. There were scissors on the ground below the window. There were some sliced strips of cloth, which still hanged. It seemed that the angel had cut what he had been able to reach for.

Uriel's claws twitched. The order freak in him screamed internally. Alexis knew he was there. He did not seem to care for how Uriel reacted to the mess. His demon raised his free claw, motioned to the chaos, lowered his claw again, stared mouth agape, glared, closed his mouth, let out a silent huff, growled, contained his growl, and then closed his eyes, in order to not scream.

The demon took a deep...and calming breath. He did not allow himself to be angry. Not with the angel. He could not be angry with him. So he only asked, with a tone that tried to sound calm.