He ran his fingers, lightly, over the smooth planes of the young man's cheekbones, fingertips reveling in that soft, pale skin. His hand dropped when Monday turned towards him with a curious expression on his face.
His changed face, he thought. Less handsome than before, but better.
"Dusk- ahem. Noon," Monday greeted, watching him with a mild expression.
Noon took a step back, spread his white wings, bright as the sun, and gestured to them with a surprisingly brilliant smile, "How do I look?"
Monday's answering laughter, light as a promise of a new day, of a new life, sounded like golden bells to his ears.