soaring through the christmas lights: klance

Chapter One - Keith

Landing on Earth was something I never thought I'd experience, especially since I've spent my whole life so far watching the mortals go through their life. Rather than actually feeling the freedom of being alive.

But who hasn't wondered what that feeling is actually like?

I looked down at my clothes, still unsure of this look. What I always wore up in the clouds were glowing, black robes. What I wore now were simple clothes that made me look like a mortal. It really is a good thing I'm not a real mortal or I'd be an icicle by this point. But why am I still cold?

"Now, where do I find him?" I thought aloud, doing my absolute best to ignore the shivering from the cold air. Instead of just standing there like an idiot, I decided to look around in order to get a better sense of my surroundings. Picking up my luggage, I left the forest in which I had landed. (Not sure why exactly they put me there, but good chance it's so no mortal eyes happen to see an angel coming down to the Earth.)

Walking through the snow was not easy in the slightest, especially since the boots I was wearing didn't really protect my feet from getting soaked. Thanks a lot, Krolia, the clothes you gave me are only doing the bare minimum to keep me warm.

I shoved a tree branch out of my way, but it was large enough that it shoved me back into the snow. "Oh, c'mon!" I declared, pushing myself up from the white slush. It was difficult to get back to standing, but at least it was still doable. And this time, I went around the tree so as to not get shoved back again.

After trudging for who knows how long, I finally found a path that luckily had the dumb snow shovelled away so it was clear. If I could only fly, I could've gotten there faster. But the rule was that we can't use our wings unless it's absolutely necessary. So, just great. I passed by a park bench, which seemed to have two people laying on them while sleeping.

They weren't dressed warmly, plain t-shirts and shorts, as well as one wore a thin knitted beanie. A newspaper draped over them, which wasn't large enough to cover the two. The smaller person was chilled from the cold, their teeth chattering uncontrollably and couldn't stop shivering.

It was painful to watch. And it wasn't like I couldn't not do anything. So, after taking a look around, I opened up the little brown pouch attached to my leather belt. Inside the pouch was some red and green dust that allowed angels to help grant holiday wishes. And I do mean help, as we are expected to do all the hard work on our own, and the dust helps in small ways . So, by taking a small handful of it, I blew it onto the resting mortals on the bench.

Green and red spun around the two of them, with a beautiful sparkling, which reflected off the snow. After a couple of flashes, a large, fuzzy white blanket covered both of the mortals, but the bench had even become a comfortable bed for them to sleep in. They looked much more comfortable, and it had brought a smile to my face. I clapped my hands to clear off the remainder of the dust from my palms.

And with that being done, I went on my way once again.

One thing was absolutely certain, Earth was just as interesting as I had expected. But that has a plethora of meanings. This city was rather crowded, a sea of people making it almost impossible to move or get around. Not to mention how many were able to dodge out of the way whenever a bicycle was coming close, or even with someone running in the opposite direction.

As for me, I managed to find a station in order to board a bus. After all, there's no way that I would be able to transport to the school by flying. There were too many people around. Sure, we had the ability to make ourselves invisible during our visits on Earth, but from what I've been told it's best not to do it too much or it'll wear out our feather wings.

While waiting, I told a look at the address again: 306 Garrison University, Pembrooke, Rm 105.

"Garrison, huh?" An older woman said. "My son went there. Sucks that he ended up dropping out." Her dark, yet graying hair draped over her eyes, but her glasses still had a reflective glint. She seemed a bit familiar, though I'm not really sure how.

"Are you a student there? Are you travelling?" And apparently, rather nosy.

"Not a student, just looking for someone who could use some Christmas magic this year," I replied.

The woman gave a warm smile. "That's rather sweet of you." I only shrugged in response, stuffing the small piece of paper back into the pocket of the red, cropped jacket.

The bus finally arrived, which allowed me to get away from the nosy woman. The driver ended up asking for money to ride, which was rather easy to pay. Thank the Lord for the actual things that Krolia did provide me with.

After paying the man, I wandered all the way to the back of the large, blue and green city bus. There were long, white leather couches stretched out each side, as well simple white chairs sitting next to each other in pairs. I sat in the very last row, putting the suitcase next to me.

A clear sign to keep people away, so no one would sit next to me.

The engine started back up. The ride was quiet, for the most part. But it wasn't that hard to block out the noise, not while I found myself staring out the window. After so many years of watching the world from above, from the view of the angels, it was rather beautiful to see Earth from a mortal's perspective.

Even though the sun was being blocked out by the dark gray clouds, the snow still managed to shimmer ever so slightly. And it was rather lovely, in a strange way. It was relaxing to me.

There were a few times that the bus had to make a stop, in order to either let more people on or let previous passengers off. It was never fun when the doors opened back up, as it would let the cold air come through. If only my clothes were a little bit warmer, or even made of thicker material.

"Garrison University!" The large set bus driver called out, interrupting my thoughts. This was it.

A/N: I am so, so sorry for not updating for so long! Life got really busy last year (plus writer's block) but I'm determined to update this a lot more this year. I still really love this concept and I could use some cute Klance during the final weeks of this disastrous year. Alternating chapters will switch from Keith or Lance's perspectives, as a way to get me used to writing in first person again, but Lance will show up again next chapter, I promise.

P.S. I do have plans for another multichapter holiday fic (because I can't help myself) this year so keep a look out for that.

~Autie