Clipped Wings

VIIII

June 15th

"And then it just exploded like bam. Whipped cream everywhere. All in my hair all in Quinn's lets just say the boss was not happy. So I am doing morning rush every morning for the next month." Harper explains laughing as the sun tickled her cheeks.

Finnegan sat in a black lawn chair underneath a black umbrella to stay out of his enemy the sun. His black shoes neatly next to his feet with his socks rolled up neatly in each of them. The shards of grass attacking his toes like sharp blades stabbing at his skin to produced blood. Obviously the shirt still was not buttoned and his sunglasses were firmly on his face to protect his eyes from the sun. While Harper sat making a daisy chain crown like she had done when she first met Finnegan.

"Well dear Clancy. I suggest you you stick to more things like stealing , illicit affairs that sort of thing. Angry angel clearly doesn't gel well with your prim and proper outlook on life and can you please not make one of those poxy flower crowns Clancy they make me want to throw up." Finnegan suggests and Harper glares at him.

"Sorry Finnegan. I want to make myself a flower crown therefore I will. You sure you don't want one?" Harper suggests teasing him lifting the start of the flower crown at him waving it like a prized toy to a dog. But Finnegan just scoffs leaning back in his chair.

"No of course I don't want one of those stupid things. urgh I miss the overly nice Clancy. Who baked me an I'm sorry pie for bumping into me and was worried sick I was going to kill her every time I looked at her. God me being so devilishly handsome and charismatic has its downfalls." Finnegan says putting his left hand into his mouth the pretend that he was trying to stop a cry from leaving his lips.

Harper glances up at the man for a second scoffing at how dramatic he was being. Now she had become immune to the way he acted blocking out how ridiculous he was ninety percent of the time. Her back began to burn so she turns around so her back is facing Finnegan in the shade. Her back flush against his knees as she continued to make the flower crown. Harper screams out in pain but Finnegan just assumes it's because she hurt her finger making the crown sipping on his water he waves at a guy who passes them which earns him a wink and in response Finnegan motioned for the guy to call him.

"Ouch!" Harper screams out pulling Finnegan's attention away from the hot male across the way.

"What's up butter cup? Finally realised the flower crowns aren't worth the pain." Finnegan questions pulling his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose to get a better look at Harper.

One of her feathers had turned completely black. Finnegan's eyes widened in shock. Placing his Sunglasses on properly he scanned the area to make sure no one was watching what he was supposed to do. Touching the feather lightly it burned to touch , he himself let out a small ouch sucking on it to sooth the burn.

"Hold still my dear. Doctor Finnegan is going to fix the problem." Finnegan states grabbing hold of the feather pulling it out of her left wing in one swoop.

Looking around he had no clue where to ditch it throwing it behind him before Harper could turn around and see what was in his hand.

"All better petal?" Finnegan asked sweetly as Harper swivelled round to face him frowning at his new found nicknames for her.

"What was it?" Harper asks while adding the finally daisy to the crown placing it on her head.

Finnegan looked around above her head as he tried to think of a lie to tell Harper. He wasn't exactly going to be like oh yeah Harper you know how like you have started to be mean well you are shedding your pure wings as we speak. it would worry her and almost instantly he would loose his muse. Granted if she wasn't so fun to play with Finnegan would have had his way with her and probably would be on the way to either hurting her or murdering her. Noticing a bee flying round his head he thought perfect.

"Oh just a bee sting. Nothing to worry your little flower covered head my dear. Urgh! that is one of the many reasons I fucking hate the summer time." Finnegan mutters but thankfully Harper believes him as she takes his water from him taking a sip of her own.

Finnegan glares at her pulling his sunglasses down so he could stare right into her eyes and let her know he was doing it. His eyes slowly turning from black to red as Harper innocently sipped on his water bottle batting her eyelashes at him.

"Excuse me missy last I checked that was mine and I thought good angels had to ask before doing?" Finnegan questions raising an eyebrow at her as he lent forward in his chair. Harper shrugged placing the water bottle in her lap a droplet that missed her mouth running down her chin , then to her neck and disappeared in what Finnegan can only assume was her cleavage but he couldn't see it.

"Maybe this angel isn't as good as she used to be." Harper teases smiling at him as Finnegan pretends to gasp in shock.

"Is Miss Harper Marie Clancy teasing me. The man who invented the tease? You better have your running legs on missy. Ridley is coming." Finnegan says lowly as Harper giggled clearly uncomfortable with him being so close to her.

"three ... two ... " Finnegan counts down as he rises from the chair he is sitting in.

Springing Harper into gear she grips his water bottle running as fast as she can. But obviously she wasn't that fast Finnegan caught up to her within a moment. But stayed just a hair behind her to make her feel like she had some form of control. In reality it was because he liked seeing her little pink cheeks as she turned round sporadically to check how far away he was from her a giggle escaping from her lips when she realised how close he was to her. Holding up the hem of her dress with one hand as the other stayed put on the water bottle hoping she wouldn't trip up and get caught. Noticing a tree up ahead Harper panics knowing if she turns round now she was dead. Heading straight for the water not caring her white dress soaked through. Finnegan stops at the bank crossing his arms over his chest shaking his head disappointedly at her.

"Now who is all wet ?!? Didn't think that one through did ya Clancy?" Finnegan questions as Harper pouts at him clearly getting cold in the water as she too crossed her arms over her chest to cover anything the wet dress was not.