It's a bit like a dream.
Somehow, the echoes of soft footsteps and gentle breathing only adds to the feeling of a world where loud sounds are rare.
Of course, any world with Iggy has plently of explosions. And everyone knows explosions are deafening to enhanced eardrums.
It's a bit like a dream, a very soft and happy one.
Everything is white washed, pale and colorless. Somehow in a good way.
Angel sits down, rubbing her feet to keep them warm, only to realize that there isn't much temperature. Iggy waits patiently. They have time.
It's a bit like a dream, but Iggy knows that if it were a dream, he would not only sense the world around him.
He would see.
Angel stands up, smoothing down the drab gown the whitecoats have given her. Iggy reaches out a hand, she takes it, her small hand curling around his long fingers.
They walk down the narrow space between two white walls. Iggy guesses it's a maze, Angel knows. She looks around for turns, wondering what exactly this experiment is about. Iggy stares ahead.
It's a lot like a nightmare, back in the school. It doesn't seem like there is much life here.
"There's not much to see," she whispers. "It's all white. Very, very white." Almost dead, she thinks, echoing Iggy's thoughts.
Iggy nods briskly. "No chance at all we've gone to heaven?"
A small smile dances on Angel's lips. "Nah. No such luck. I can sense the whitecoats, but it's very difficult. I'm not sure why."
Iggy smirks and mutters something that sounds suspisiously like "Foil hats."
Angel scowls, then says out loud. "I'm mad, Iggy."
He looks away, smirking. She blinks at him, inspiration suddenly hitting her.
Not literally, because inspiration is supposed to be like a lightning bolt. And that would hurt.
Instead, a new light dawns in Angel's eyes. She has an idea, she has a feeling that she was created for this one moment.
Kneel down Iggy. Try to relax.
He stares at her forehead doubtfully, but complies with a long-suffering sigh.
Angel stands in front of him, presses her palms against either side of Iggy's head, and concentrates very hard on that angular face, the cloudy, sightless blue eyes, the red-blond hair, the constant smirk. The grey feathers on his wings.
Iggy stiffens.
I can see?
A soft, girly giggle from Angel.
Is that me?
I can see.
I can see.
I CAN SEE!
Angel winces, Iggy's mental celebrations a little too loud.
Thank you, Angel.
Then,
Keep your dessert.
It's a bit like a dream.
There. Like?
Random inspiration.
I actually don't really care about Max and Fang now. (Don't kill me!)
Iggy and Angel are so much cooler :)
Not much actual Iggel in this story, cause Angel's too young, but oh well.
I thought it was sweet...
If you liked it, then please review. Even if its just to tell me it was horrible.
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