Golden wings

Chapter 45 - Blue

Two small violet glows glinted in the shadows. A claw shook and moved subtly. Slow but heavy breaths echoed in the stony room. A big figure was leaning onto the steps of a fireplace, trying to not crumble down.

Uriel's fangs showed each time he breathed through his mouth; his vision was foggy. He was propped against the steps; one of his hands held them, while the other brushed his chest. His heartbeat was fast and uneven, like his thoughts.

God, he went too far this time...

The demon's tail tried to move up, to help him balance himself, in order to stand. But no matter how many times he tried to get up, he always sat back down, utterly exhausted.

He had woken up just an hour ago. He had no clue of how much time he had been asleep. But he knew something. He had gone too far, he had haunted that armor for too long. He drained himself and refused to let go. He had been able to stand it, because he only limited himself to watch the clearing, not move. He only moved and used more energy when it was needed. It was bearable... Until the storm hit. He ran to aid his angel. He was always weary and ready, for anything. He used all his strength to push that heavy log away. His mind and body struggled to keep themselves bound to the armor, so far away. The spell made him feel like his soul was torn and ripped. He had to let go, he did not hold on for long. It had been too painful to keep being there. It was added to the unending pulse of his heart, to the spell he suffered since the angel fell. He surrendered to the exhaustion.

It had hurt. But he did not regret it. Not in a million years. He fainted, but before his vision turned foggy and the armor crumbled... He saw his eyes. Then it all went black.

He helped him. His angel would have not managed to save that animal without his interference.

He did not want any gratefulness; he still did not deserve it. But he saw it, in his eyes. And somehow, it loosened the ache he felt.

Uriel stopped trying to stand up, and resigned to sit on the steps of his room. He focused on his breathing, and tried to calm down. He would not go far if he kept on trying to get up blindly. He wouldn't be able to haunt that armor again, not until he cleared his mind of worrisome thoughts and exhaustion. He wouldn't be able to see if he was needed if he kept on struggling.

Had the storm faded? Was the area still struck by lightning? Was Alexis safe?

He had to be. He had been fainted for a long time, but he still felt the spell, the reminder of his bond.

But was he alright?

He only had one way to know it, by controlling that armor. But to do that, he had to wait. And god, did it pain him to wait. He wanted to plunge his mind into the coldness of that inanimate body again, he wished to make his eyes glint with his will, and feel his soul flow with the spell, which could allow him to be there without really being.

He just wanted to see him. So he waited patiently for his breaths to be steadier, instead of raspy and labored. He waited for his heartbeat to slow down, for his body to relax, and for his scars to stop aching. He buried his face onto his claw, and brushed his eyes to stay awake.

He was a demon; he did not need to rest like a human. Though, he would be lying if he said he would not like some sleep. He would rest later, when he was sure everything was fine. He could rest slightly once he controlled that thing, he could save energy if he did not move much. He had no time for sleep now.

With that reassurance, he waited. Until he stopped feeling pained and tired. He took a deep breath, and reached in mind for the place he wished to be.