Clipped Wings

VII

June 9th

Harper scanned the book aisle for something to read that wasn't the dinosaur that ate vegetables to her nephew. It was a book that was perfect for a small child but for a grown adult who could read it with their eyes shut she wanted to nothing more than to throw the damn book on the fire. Her nephew ate his vegetables surely they could ditch the book by now.

The faint sound of the piano in the main seating area of the library being tinkered with brought Harper out of her hunt for a new book. Leaning round the corner of the aisle to catch a glimpse of whoever was playing the piano so utterly beautifully she could swoon almost instantly. Heading over to it slowly she didn't want to scare the person. Like you wouldn't want to scare a baby bird away or a squirrel , she didn't want to be the reason they stopped. Dropping the book to a floor with a thud trying to style it out she lent on the piano smiling at them as they glared at her.

"So you play?" Harper asks trying to sound suave but it just sounded like an awkward mess knowing people were already staring at her from the massive thud she made seconds ago.

" Yes Clancy I do. Now who is the one following me. Stalking doesn't suit you but may I say I am glad you're branching out." Finnegan says still tapping on the piano as if even though he was speaking to Harper he was determined to finish the song.

"Clair de Lune" Harper states and Finnegan frowns as he plays the last note folding his hands into his lap looking at Harper expectingly to explain why she just said that.

"You going soft Finnegan?." Harper questions taking a seat on the chair Finnegan was sat on in front of the Piano.

"Its my wooing technique tinkle the old ivories , show off a little chest give them my famous smirk and they are putty in my hands. Works both romantically and murderously trust me it has a 99 percent success rate. " Finnegan says and Harper grimaces at the thought of Finnegan having a swarm of people around him whether they were good or bad angels.

"Who you trying to woo?" Harper questions as she taps a few of the keys creating an awful tune that made Finnegan almost hurl.

"Wouldn't you like to know Little Missy." Finnegan states tapping her nose before going back to playing the piano.

" Have you thought about being a little naughty? Its fun isn't it can't stay away. I know I sure can't." Finnegan jokes as Harper pouts.

A few older angels walking by the piano give her a dirty look for sitting down and talking with a dark angel. But she didn't care. Fiddling with the hem of her skirt as he leaned over her to reach the keys on the opposite side of her. Couldn't you just not Harper thought as she watched his hands gently play the tune her breathe one calm became more erratic as he got closer. This is it she thought he is gonna kill me. Closing her eyes Finnegan stops playing and looks up at her.

"If you're gonna murder me do it now." Harper whispers her voice strained as she closes her eyes even tighter preparing for his hands to go around her neck or to burst into flames.

"I'll ... I'll be as bad as you like if it means you will leave me alone please." Harper whispers her voice shaky and uncertain she really understood the weight of what she was saying. The chuckle she had been dreaming about resonating in her ears.

"Sweet little Clancy ... you're so naive it makes me sick." Finnegan whispers and her eyes shoot open to glance at him the distance between them almost no existent. She might as well have been in his lap.

Frowning Harper slid as far as she could along the bench without falling off to give the two of them. But Finnegan did as Finnegan does disregarding Harper's need for space moving along the bench towards her.

"Life isn't that simple my dear. You can't just be bad you have to do bad things because it makes you feel. That is the true meaning of being bad. Like if you baked me a blueberry pie I would throw it in the bin straight away because I hate blueberry. Hate to break it to you doll face but you ain't getting rid of me until you learn that life is a whole lot cheerier than being goody two shoes for the rest of eternity and if you don't I still may have to kill you I haven't decided." Finnegan explains and Harper rolls her eyes at him.

Her gaze fell onto the leaf that lay on its own clearly either been pulled or died. The plant next to it looked like it had seen better days but maybe it was because it was getting so humid outside. Nights were getting unbearable but there wasn't anyone could do about it. Finnegan fixed the collar on Harpers white shirt that had turned up god knows when. The thought of it being out of place made her stomach turn. Her mother told her to be perfect you must look perfect hence the skirt the hit just at her knee not an inch above or below. Gloves must be worn at any time unless cooking or bathing to protect the hands that reside within them from touching anything disgusting. Harper's breathe caught in her throat as his fingers left her shirt collar and twirled a piece of her blonde hair around it like a curling iron.

"That's better now isn't it." Finnegan states and Harper stands up from the bench abruptly Finnegan frowned at her.

"Finnegan Stop it!" Harper exclaims her voice echoing through the library as she covers her mouth in shock as Finnegan turns around completely on the bench to face her smirking as he usually did.

His shirt collar falling slightly revealing some form of tattoo on his shoulder. Pulling it back up to cover it before any more of it was revealed. Even though his shirt was still barely buttoned the complete opposite to Harper who looked like a china doll you would put in a cabinet no wonder she was the perfect angel.

"Did you just raise your voice at me Clancy?" Finnegan teases her running his hand through his hair his jet black eyes glistening red.