An Angel With Borrowed Wings

Finding him

Persephone's POV
I was ever thankful of my angelic abilities as I entered this girl's house, as it was filled with around 5 other humans, who seemed to be her brethren, and if I couldn't turn invisible it would be awkward explaining to a human family why I had followed their daughter home uninvited.

I watched as she interacted briefly with her family before dining with them and then proceeded to her sleeping chamber. I discovered that she could communicate using brick-like objects made from glass, and had to slave over stacks of paper, filling each with her beautiful curly writing. I felt a strange tingle in back and reached over to soothe it when without warning, it intensified into a burning itch. I soon realised that it was my wings and they were hurting because I was stalking a human girl instead of protecting the boy I was assigned to. When I bought my hands back from my wings, 3 snow-white feathers lay in my palms. At this rate my wings would completely deteriorate before I had a chance to even meet who I was protecting.

I sighed and glided over to the girl's dresser. I made sure she was asleep before sliding my hands over all the clothing and jewellery she owned and creating copies which were different colours or had slightly different patterns, so that she wouldn't think I was strange if she noticed my clothes were the same as hers.
I then decided to sleep at the foot of the girl's bed so that I would be alerted when she awoke.

Smooth cerulean eyes, as cool as polished china sparkled in the late afternoon sun. A gentle, yet cooling autumn breeze contrasted against the heat I could feel against my usually freezing hands. Wisps of curly locks framed a delicate blurry face (A/N- don't u dare), I squinted subconsciously, trying desperately to see whose hands were giving me this new feeling. The warmth spread like wildfire from my palms to my fingertips, tingling and rejuvenating them. I could see where our fingertips clasped each other tightly, as if the smallest distance between us would tear us apart. Please, I need to see. I need to see...

Morning rolled over as blissfully as it always had. I wish. I was abruptly interrupted from my vivid dream by another screech that was similar to the one at the school. I watched as the girl rose grumpily and assaulted a small metal box which seemed to be the source of the shrieking.

I watched as she ran around the house flustered, before leaving in a whirlwind of toasted bread and crumpled papers, shoved hastily into a bag. I landed a metre or so away from school and became solid, ensuring no humans could see me, as it would involve a laborious process of memory wiping, the idea of which did not thrill me in any way.

Chaos. The wasteland of strange metal cupboards which people were occasionally being slammed into and hundreds of rooms with random cryptic numbers scrawled across each one, as if the whoever designed them wished for idiots like me who knew nothing about earth to get lost. This is all I saw as I entered. I braced myself fast, I do not have time I whispered to myself as a mantra as I began to target all boys with curly, brown hair.

Finding one I followed him, realising that I was getting a few strange looks for hanging around and observing people like a creep. I watched from a few metres as he met with a group of boys similar to him. They all had shaved hairstyles in a variety of different colours and had black inkings across their muscly arms, they were conversing seriously and occasionally shoving each other. I realised that this was probably not the saintly human that Gabriel had described to me, as my instincts were screaming at me to run.

Turning the corner, I walked into the nearest room filled with people and sat at an empty seat. The teacher, clearly not bothered by my intrusion, continued to slave over a board and students ignored me, as if I were a mere blast of wind that had drifted in through the slightly open door.

My eyes scanned the room before landing on a brunet with bedraggled curls. I watched as he sighed in frustration at what I thought was the teacher and was distractedly biting the end of a pencil. I continued to openly gawk at him for a period of time (I cannot tell how long), until his eyes finally met mine. Shock. Electricity flooded my veins and a shiver cascaded down my spine. His eyes were the colour of cornflowers in the summer, they glinted with mischief as the light of the midday sun was caught in their enchanting trap. I gave an audible gasp which was detected by no one other than him. A brief look of panic flashed across his features before he flashed me a warm smile and returned his gaze to the board.
I was so bewildered I couldn't think straight. Was it him? Was he the one I must protect? Why did he look nervous?

After an another laborious hour of the teachers monotone voice drilling into my head like a resilient woodpecker, the unnecessarily loud screech resounded through the halls once again, and I had to avoid being trampled on as the students rushed out in a frenzy. However one person still remained in the room with me, it was him. He strutted over with his backpack hanging loosely over one shoulder and a heart-meltingly kind smile on his lips. My heart beat ridiculously rapidly in my chest. What was this? Was I about to die? I mean, I know I couldn't, but if I was human I am so sure I'd be dead right now. Was he trying to kill me? Could humans even kill angels? Thousands of questions flitted around at the speed of light in my head, but everything flew out as he reached me. Total silence. Not a single thought came to me now.

"Hi. Are you new here?" Were the first words out of this charming stranger's mouth.

Words escaped me as I took in his earthy, woody scent and my eyes explored his sleek, pale skin, and smooth jawline. I snapped out of my trance as I caught sight of the concerned look that was now being directed at me, and gave a quick nod, a furious blush now taking over my face.

"What's your name?" His voice was so delicate and sounded like birdsong in spring.

"Persephone." Was my all too obvious reply.

"Persephone?"

He let my name roll of his tongue in that beautiful, song-like voice and smiled as if he was a child on Christmas morning.

"That's a really cute name, it suits you."

"Thank you. What's yours?"

I couldn't help but ask. I was justified really. If you're gonna protect someone from danger, you should really know their  name at least.

"Damien."

Was the short, curt reply. He looked strained now, as if he had revealed something incredibly exclusive about himself that should've been locked away.

I was about to express my views on his name, but was cut off by him saying-

"Let me take you to the canteen, we can talk on the way there, otherwise the line will stretch to China before we get any lunch."

He gave me a lopsided, childish grin that I couldn't resist. I gave him a nod of consent and began following his lead.

It wouldn't be a sin for a human to eat lunch with his guardian angel, would it?