A Pair of Wings - Sanders Sides

6. His Fault

A week had passed since Logan first met Virgil and it got him thinking whether he should try to reach out to other angels. It was certainly risky, but with high rewards. The sun started to slowly rise from its slumber and light Angelmont with its light. Sunlight soon came through the cracks of the shutters, slowly illuminating Logan's cabin. He stirred in his bed as light started to shine on his face and his eyes soon opened as he heard birds chirp in the distance. Yawning, he got up and opened the shutters, even more warm light flooding the room. He looked out the window to the sunrise, watching as it went higher and higher in the sky. Sometimes it was one of the few things that kept him sane while alone in the forest.

Quickly, Logan got to work on his wings, cutting away at some leather, making sure each cut was accurate. Every so often, he'd place the piece of leather over top the metal frames, just to see how they would fit. Suddenly, a knock rang from the door, and he stared at it with surprise. Then his eyes widened, and a small smile formed on his face, as he realized it must've been Virgil at the door. He still checked out his window, just to make sure. He breathed a sigh of relief, now opening the door for the purple angel.

"So, you've come back, come in..." Logan said, his voice softer than usual.

"I don't got much to do. Might as well," Virgil replied.

Logan huffed and smiled, now going over to the box of fish. He quickly grabbed two, one for Virgil and himself.

"Take a seat wherever you want," Logan said as he stabbed the two fish onto a stick, "I wasn't going to eat breakfast since I wasn't hungry, but I guess eating now won't make me go hungry later."

"I guess that is true," Virgil said, watching Logan prop the stick over the fireplace.

There was silence as Logan cooked the two fish. He didn't mind all that much since he was still very tired and he assumed Virgil was too. Angels were nocturnal after all. He noticed how they sat on his bed again, just like last time and him in a chair cooking fish. Now that he thought about it, he wondered whether their wrist healed or not. He hoped that pain removing spell lasted long enough until their wrist healed. Either way, he could simply do the spell again if needed. They did say that they didn't know humans could perform magic. Maybe he could teach them the spell today. It was especially useful in dire situations.

There was a calmness that lingered in the cabin as Logan cooked. Just something about Virgil's presence made him feel at ease. The warmth in the cabin only heightened the emotion. For once, he didn't feel so numb. Perhaps it was because this was the first time in almost a full decade someone had wanted to see him, or maybe... maybe he was truly becoming friends with this angel. Whatever it was, he liked the feeling that stirred within him. He was never good with emotions, but all he knew was that this feeling felt good. It was a craving he'd never had before, especially since living in the forest. Never did he think he'd like the complexity of emotions, yet here he was trying to pinpoint what he was feeling.

Once the fish was cooked, Logan gently took off one of the fish and handed it to Virgil. His eyes widened as he saw them blink in surprise and hesitated to take the fish. They looked to him and the puzzled look on their face somehow made his heart beat in absolute disarray. He wasn't actually sure why they seemed so hesitant at taking the fish at first. For a moment, he stared at them, confusion filling his face that almost matched theirs. He was never the best at picking up what others felt, though, it finally clicked as he looked back at the fish. Gently, he brought the fish closer to them as his eyebrows raised. Another moment passed when they finally took the fish from him and bit into it. He couldn't help but glance over to the right side, the stub of muscle making him curious. Soon, he went back over to the fire and ate his fish.