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Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim the Fallen Series. All rights belong to Lauren Kate.
Chapter Two: Race
Daniel was immediately soaked to the bone when he burst through the door. He looked towards the dorms, wondering if Cam was actually in there, or if he'd had disappeared to a higher perch.
He looked about, and seeing no one around, he unfurled his wings. Despite the darkness surrounding him, his wings glittered and shone like diamonds in the darkest abyss. The translucent edges shimmered with something akin to desire. The muscles within his gargantuan wings strained to be high in the sky. He complied.
He shot to the sky quickly, much faster than his usual ascent. He looked again towards the dorms. Cam's light was on. He flew over to look into the barred window, but he saw no sign of the other angel within. He saw an easel in the corner and a gorgeous mountain from a bird, or angel's, view. It was only half finished. Like he'd lost his muse, his inspiration. When he looked closer, he saw a painting on a small canvas board with a feather attached. It was of him, he was standing next to a classic car. It was a candid shot too. It looked like it was from the 1950's, and it very well could've been. Light blinded him and he grabbed onto the bars of the window. He hung limp against the wall as a memory smoldered behind his closed eyelids.
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He was driving a dark blue Bel Air convertible. It was 1957. Cam had been sort of pushy about Daniel remembering why he fell. He paid it no mind, especially once he found Luce.
He was driving her home from school. She was wearing a grey and lavender plaid skirt with a lavender blouse. Her hair was in low pigtails, held with purple ribbon. She seemed nervous, but every time they found each other before, she was just as shy. When he pulled up to her house, a white ranch style house with a picket fence and green lawn, her father stepped outside. Daniel turned the engine off and got out. He went around and opened the door for Luce. She blushed and gave him a small smile. He escorted her up the walk, and when they reached her father, he put out his hand.
"Nice to meet you sir. My name is Daniel Grigori."
Her father shook his hand. "Nice, strong handshake, Daniel. I'm Harold Lance, Lucinda's father."
He steered Daniel inside with them, striking up a conversation about school and whether he played ball.
He left about an hour after that, where Cam waited nearby with a new camera. He knew he could get a good picture due to how he altered Daniel's car. As expected, the blonde angel stood for a few moments fiddling with the lock mechanisms. Once he figured out that Cam had done something he fixed it and drove a few blocks and parked. He got out and searched around but found no sign of the dark angel. Had he looked harder, he would've noticed that Cam was sitting at a cafe near where he parked.
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He flew up to the roof and landed, shaking his head. The rain smelled fresh, a pleasant change from the usual decomposing scent that lingered about Sword & Cross. The rain made him feel calm and cool. He closed his eyes and imagined the rain washing away the block on his memories. He envisioned them being locked away in a safe, and that all he had to do was be quiet and patient and unlock it. Daniel tucked his wings close to the lean curve of his back and made one, slow rotation. He saw a pale silver glow, shining by the lake. He took to the sky once more, hoping that he would find Cam.
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Cam crouched near the edge of the water. He looked pensive as he gazed across the surface of the lake. Daniel just watched him, realizing that the dark haired angel really was beautiful. And how his dark features were reflected in Luce; how it had made him think that he loved her, when it was really Cam he thought about. The glow around Cam could only be seen by either another angel or someone close to death. He admired this. He had always noticed that Cam was barely contained within himself. His aura always changed colour depending on his mood. Silver was a glow that Daniel had only seen once, though that memory was still locked inside his mind.
When he felt a soft pain in the back of his head, he knew another memory was surfacing. He sat behind a tree, ready for the overwhelming minds-eye journey.
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Cam was sleeping. His breath was gentle. The rise and fall of his chest, serene and calm. Daniel smiled before kissing his lover's neck. Cam sighed and rolled closer to Daniel.
Daniel just memorized Cam's face, as he always did. He never felt he knew it well enough, though he had seen it for a very long time. As he was thinking of the perfect pencil stroke to draw Cam's eyelashes, Daniel's violet-gray eyes met with thoughtful green eyes.
"Do you always stare?"
"Yes…"
Cam's lips met Daniel's and they were lost in the intoxicating effect of what they had.
Though they had never said it, each knew just how strongly the other felt. Saying it would be risky. They feared their fate would be dark to share such words.
"Cam?"
"Hmm?"
"What is going to happen to us?"
Cam sat up and looked down at Daniel, concern painting his features. "What do you mean?"
"About us. How we feel. What will happen?"
"I don't think anything will happen. We haven't disobeyed. We've always followed every rule. Why would you think that something would happen?"
"Because," his voice caught, "Because of how we feel. I feel like something terrible will happen, and I can't stop it. And it's because of what we share."
Cam grabbed Daniel into a tight embrace. "We'll be okay. Whatever happens, I'll be with you."
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Daniel opened his eyes and found Cam standing in front of him. The tight black jeans and form fitting tee looked amazing on him. His inky hair was dripping water onto his long eyelashes. His eyes still looked jaded though. That was Daniel's fault. He knew that now. He felt a pain tugging at his heart.
Thoughts? I really like my 1957 flashback lol
