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~ Dark Winds ~
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~Main ~Cast ~Me
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Part 8-
I’ve been sitting on a chair in my kitchen, with knees drawn to my chest, while sipping hot milk and honey, and listening to Aquariel talk about ‘being an angel’ for what felt like a good four hours, and that in reality was…a good four hours. He really was serious about all of that, and I guess he had a right to be, if there really was a god up there, and he could basically flick you to hell with a thought. At this point, if Aquariel could have really read my thoughts, he would have embarked on another hour-long lecture on god’s forgiveness…yeah yeah yeah…He wasn’t as forgiving to my throat and lost voice due to his little wish to make me an angel! Me! Of all people!! There did come a point when ‘Riel finally ran out of things to lecture me on. Jeez. ‘finally’?! “Don’t sulk,” he had to add, with that smirk audible in his voice. “You don’t have it that bad.” What! I don’t h… “The guy before you was scared of heights. It took quite a lot of time and work to get him up that cliff. Then he almost had a heart attack.” Snort. I wonder why. “He doesn’t like flying that much.” Oh really, I would have drawled if I felt like using the little amount of voice I had. Instead, I raised my right eyebrow and glared at him, but he only went on talking, either ignoring me, or not seeing my scorn at all. “Which reminds me, I need to give you a few lessons in safe flight.” Great. More lectures from mister. “I bet you enjoyed dragging the poor boy up there, then shoving him off, you sadist,” I finally had to mutter, and roll my eyes when he shrugged. “We are still very good friends. I keep in touch with him. Actually, he graduated from your school last year. So when do you have some free time to spread your wings and fly?” Jeez, since when does he talk in clichés? I swear this guy is one weird angel. A creepy thought came to mind then, and I just had to ask, for my own peace of mind. “You, err…you aren’t my guardian angel, are you?” He didn’t seem too put out by the question fortunately. “No. Actually, well, you see…you…ummmmh…you don’t have a guardian angel per say.” I was so relieved by his negation that it took some time for the rest of the information to sink in. “What!!” “You don’t have a guardian angel,” he repeated slowly. “W…why?” “Because you are an angel already.” “What about all those years I didn’t know? My life was crap. That explains it then,” I scowled. “Do not judge what you do not fully know. Life is unpredictable.” I didn’t like his little grin. At all. “What, you know the future?” he grinned a little more and shrugged. Ha! There goes another proof of his evilness. I swear, this guy does not act like any angel I know. Well, okay, so he’s the only one I know…except me…and neither of us makes any kind of a good example. I’ll let this point stay moot. Aquariel did finally depart, -forgetting by the way to set up a time for ‘flight lessons’ ha! - and I slumped on my chair as I half-consciously tracked his retreating footsteps out the door. Only then did I remember a rather important question I had. “Wait!” I scrambled through the hallway after him, cup of milk still in hand…which promptly flew into the air, and dropped back onto the floor in slow motion to shatter and splatter all over the rug, while I was too busy wind milling my arms around and my feet tried to regain their balance on the shifty rug. Fuck. It wasn’t the first time it happened either. I had narrowly escaped breaking my neck on it several times before hand and had thought about throwing the damn thing out quite a few times. Now, I would get a few broken bones for my forgetfulness. But no. My back tingled, I wobbled for a second, and found myself levitating a few centimeters off the ground. “…!!!!...” “Nat! are you alright?” Aquariel was back, somehow; don’t know. I was a little bit too busy ogling my feet!! “I heard you tell me to wait, then you yelled, and something crashed and I…” he finally rounded the corner…and burst into laughter. What the hell was so amusing? “I’m sorry. It’s just that…you look so hilarious with that look on your face, and flying with your huge wings in such a tiny little hallway…it’s just…” thank god he stopped right there or he would have found the said wings buffeting his face. I wish I could say that I gracefully folded my wings and alighted on the freaking rug. Oh, you should know by now that normal things like that don’t happen in my life. No, of course not. My wings suddenly disappeared, and I was dumped onto the floor like so much junk. “Riel snorted and I glared at him, ready to do him major bodily harm if he ever so much as twitched that mouth of his up. I think he got the point, because he kept a straight face and gave me a hand up. “So, what was it you wanted?” “Eh? Ah, yes, well actually it was about those…” I waved at my back. “How do I make them appear, or more importantly, what do I do not to make them appear! I don’t want to be walking down the street, stumble, and suddenly sprout wings!” “Ah well, that’s all inner control. Only you can acquire and hone that control. And I unfortunately cannot help you in that.” And while my mind was too busy trying to come up with a way to wiggle some more information out of him, the door closed with a click that resounded with finality. I looked up to found my apartment empty. What the… He had left! The asshole!! He simply left me! Grrrr… I was about to go back into the kitchen to make myself another cup of tea when I noticed it. A little pile of mail on the floor, right by the door. Ariel must have brought it up. Oh oh… Suddenly, all my good, funky mood disappeared. I stared at the little white envelops for quite some time before I brought myself to go get them. There was one from Help Care Inc. The research assistant job was from there. Oh my god. Why was I so scared and anxious? I mean, it was just a job, not a death sentence. But it sure felt the same. I didn’t bother to go get a knife to slice the envelop open. I was suddenly in a hurry. I unfolded the one piece of paper and quickly scanned it. My eyes flew wide open. My wings burst out again. My legs gave out and I fell on my ass. Fuck. ~*~*~ |