Nephilim

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Jack's P.O.V.- Two Weeks Later...

Mason slides a salad in front of a working Kirstin. She shoves it away, nearly off the table, moving to finish what she was working on. She had finished nearly everything in the batteries, which meant there was the last step, seeing if the batteries read like angels would. She was getting the batteries setup, making sure all of them were complete, the graces reading right, waiting for Cas and Ithuriel to get back with whoever they were bringing. A specialist on grace reading, or something, "I swear to god, Kirstin Mackenzie Black. If you do not eat this food I will shove it down your throat."

"I'm not hungry. Honestly, just looking at that makes me want to throw up." I look at the salad. It doesn't look gross. It looked good, why does it make her sick?

"I'll order you a burger instead!" I stand up to order, only for Kirstin to grab my arm.

"I'm not hungry. Don't order me anything. I'm good." I sit back down, pouting, "Don't do that!"

I huff, sinking slightly in my chair, "Do what?"

"No, no, stop it. I don't like that face. That is an awful face, stop it. I- God fine! I'll," She leans over, taking a large bite of the salad, chewing harshly, "Mmmmh. Mmh. Wow, this salad isn't that bad." I perk up as she eats more of it, scarfing the salad in front of her quickly.

"This is what happens when someone hasn't eaten in four weeks," Mason mutters quietly next to my ear. My eyebrows furrow as Ryder slides into the seat next to Kirstin.

"Why not?" I hear the door open behind me, the doorbell jingling.

"I've been busy. Preoccupied really, thinking too much, working too much, didn't have time to eat. Thanks for the salad though." She speaks quickly before pressing against Ryder's side, nearly pushing him out of the booth as she leans over him, "Over here, Cassie. Hey, Gabe, look who's not dead anymore!"

I laugh as the two angels appear, Ithuriel trailing behind the two. He seemed normal, except for the grace lighting up his face, the broken wings spread out from his back. Cas' look the same, except they were black; Ithuriel's were a cream color, an off-white, Kirstin says. She's really good at describing colors, I think it's because she uses them when she paints. She keeps telling me it's because she's a color whisperer, but we both know she is joking. Gabriel had six beautiful golden wings. They can make their wings intangible (Kirstin also told me what that meant) meaning their wings cannot be touched, they are passed through. I've tried it once, all it does is send a chill through your body.

Kirstin and I can tuck our wings away, unlike the angels. It's like forcing our wings back into our skin, but we can only make the base of our wings intangible, mainly to stop it from ripping our clothes. I think Kirstin found that she could do the intangibility thing if we tried, but it was really uncomfortable and she praised Cas on having the willpower to do that all the time.

"You should really lower your voice, people might think you're crazy." Mason cuts in as the angels pull up chairs. Ryder laughs shaking his head.

"Not really. This place is full of Downworlders. It's more of a don't ask, don't tell policy here." He sends a flirty smile at a girl with vines for hair. Kirstin snickers softly when the waitress rolls her eyes.

"I think you are off your game, Ryder." Kirstin jokes, a subtle serious undertone in her light, amused voice. Ryder smirks, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

"Not even trying, Cutie." She pushes his arm off, sending a look toward Mason.

"Maybe you should try. The other relationship you want clearly isn't going anywhere. You should just give up and move on. The girl is clearly no good for you. Or anybody, for that matter." Her voice is heated, some type of anger behind them. He spits back, his voice just as venomous.