Ara's wings rustled gently in the morning breeze. White feathers gently fell from the surface, and floated softly to the ground of the cloud where she sat, resting her chin on her clasped hands. Her cloudy, blue-green eyes stared straight ahead, where she patiently waited for something to arise. Even after the time she had been there, which she knew not herself, the object in question was something of a mystery; almost as if it's arrival was undetermined, and that nobody knew of it.
Her hand went behind her back to brush against her wings; the tip, which rested no lower than the half way mark down her back, folded into to meet the clear dress that she wore, and disappeared to become a part of her once more.
The breeze stopped suddenly; her dress shifted from the calm, clear white to a mild green as Ara was startled. She blinked, and watched where a few feet in front of her, a scarlet-shaded figure appeared, facing away from her with its arms outstretched in the light of the sun. It waited for a few moments, before pulling its arms back to its side, and curling its fingers gently in towards its body.
The angel's dress shifted from a once mild green color to a soft orange in surprise. The figure turned around in an instant, and he stared straight towards her, though it seemed to Ara that he didn't see her at all.
She took a small breath, though it was more like a gasp of surprise, and the man crossed the large distance between them in less than a second. His hand grasped her chin, and lifted Ara's face towards his. Her cropped glass-white hair flounced in the wind, and she stared at him expectantly, waiting to see what he would do.
He stared back at Ara, almost as if he was unsure of what he was about to do. Red eyes looked at her patiently, and he leaned forward suddenly, pausing just before their noses touched. Their eyes connected, and he leaned forward to kiss her, causing the dress to aflame to a large scarlet color, deeper and more shaded than even his overcoat.
As he pulled back, she was about to ask him what it was for, who he was, anything; but the chance was gone as soon as her heart began to beat again, and the cloud beneath her disappeared, causing both of them to fall. He seemed perfectly calm with it, leaning back and letting the wind toss his black buckled jacket and matching ebony hair through the wind, but Ara desperately tried to conjure her wings back to existing, curling in a ball with her knees touching her chin just as the man had with his hand.
