Wings To The World

6.

'A night of fire.'

Saraiel pulls me out of the house as if I'll break. She pulls me with her smile, with her silence, and the facial expression that lays on her face. Saraiel and I make it outside with a sigh from my part, and a gentle smile from her part.

Feraphale scrunches up her face.
"Sorry," She says. "Can't help. I can try asking around, though. You guys okay with meeting a few of my friends?"

"Sounds alright," Isael nods. Haphaes shifts. "As long as they're not going to hurt us."

"Can't hurt you outside of the physical," Feraphale shoves her hands in her pockets. She leans back to let her jacket hang behind her, and I forget how to speak all over again. "We don't have power outside of that."

The rest of us nod. It's cold, and I'm shivering but I can't remember why. I shake my head to clear whatever static comes from it, and we climb back in the car. I settle next to Saraiel, with Feraphale driving.

Saraiel turns to me. "You wanna-"
I don't. I really, really don't. "No thanks."

"Didn't know you were that against playing eye spy," She chuckles. "Is everyone else eye-spy-haters here?"

I blink. "I didn't think you were going to say that," I smile. "I thought you were gonna ask what we spoke about."

"It's your choice to tell us," Isael says, from the front seat. Haphaes watches me, a smile on her lips. There's a spark there again, a spark that's growing. I stop shivering. "We're not going to ask if you don't want to."

"Can we play eye-spy?" Saraiel asks again.

"Sure," I say. "I'm down. Everyone else?"

Haphaes nods, and Isael agrees. Feraphale laughs while she takes a right and says she'll sit this one out.

The spark grows, oh, it feels like the spark is embedding itself in my bones. This must be what love feels like, I smile. It must be feeling warmth in your bones and never being able to wipe your smile away.

"Okay, I'll start," Saraiel smiles wide. "Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with..."

As she continues, the angels in the car start making random guesses. Those angels include Feraphale, because Saraiel is good at this game. With my head resting on my chin, I sit and listen. I am silent.

There is something in the air. It feels like a blanket, like it fits us all together. There is no warm day that makes me feel as if I could take the world with an army beside me. It feels like I am safe. It feels like there is the world, and there is us.

This must be what love feels like.

It feels like...

Home.

-*-

That's not the word that lingers on my lips when I flop back into my bed. The world that lingers on my lips and in my mind is: 'Finally!'

Saraiel settles on her bed, after changing into her pyjamas. She looks around, cleaning under her nails. I turn to watch her.

Her hair lays on her back, tucked behind her ears. Some stray strands settle over her shoulder and around her face, but the majority is behind her. She isn't watching me, she's facing her head down at an angle to look at her hands working.

On the side farthest from me, her hair creates a wall to hide her from that side. Her noise glinting with the soft hint of light, and her hands are quick and nimble in their work. She looks like a painting, or a work of art.