Medieval Story, RusCan.
(Chapter 2 of our roleplay! Enjoy!)
Italics for thoughts.
Dawn came, and the once adult angel's 6 ft turned into 5' 8". His wings shrunk as well, by only a few feet. He flew off to the castle to report. The king asked if he had seen anything. "I have seen a man, a good 3 days ago, yes I did! I bought a single grain of sand, yes I did! I sold it for a shoe!" He then laughed and jumped around. The king grew furious. "He was an out of town sort of fellow, yes he was!" The king yelled and demanded last night's result. "Alright.. I did see a man, but he immediately left town so no need for punishment."
Matt awoke in a strange place, he couldn't remember at first, but he soon recalled the night before. He blushed brightly. He was so handsome!
After reporting, Ivan flew around the town, to waste time before noon. He had actually brought food up to the edge of the cliff and left it there for Matt to eat.
Matt soon found the food, which he ate quickly. It was very filling.
After flying around for a while, he noticed it was noon. It would take a while for Matt to return to town, so why not pull off my daredevil trick? He flew to the top of the castle, and after the bell rung for noon, he called everybody to gather around. As soon as there was a big enough crowd, he nosedived. About a meter from the ground, he spread his wings and took flight, flying off towards the edge of town where he waited for Matt.
Matt headed toward town and saw his Angel waiting. "Ivan!" He called.
Ivan smiled like a child, hand on his hip, less mature. "Ello!" His voice called in a higher tone.
Matthew smiled and came over to him. The height difference wasn't so great now.
"So, now that your here, you can wander around harmless as usual!" Ivan's bright smile never left.
"Yes...I suppose so." Matt smiled back at him.
"Wait! I've got a better idea! Let's jump roofs together!" He grabbed Matt's wrist encouragingly.
"Eh? No, Ivan, I can't fly!"
"You don't need wings for it! I rarely use mine when I do! Come on! Please? I'll help you!" He begged.
Matt was scared...but he didn't want to leave his Angel. "Fine...I'll go..." He conceded.
"Yay!" Ivan partied a small bit, hugged Matt tightly and flew up to one of the closest roofs. Matt clung to him tightly, not wanting to fall.
When they landed on the roof, he freely let go of him and smiled brightly. "Watch me!" He then ran, and jumped to another roof, wings folded back. "NOW YOU!" he shouted. Matthew hesitated and said a small prayer as he ran and jumped.
Ivan caught Matt when he landed. "Ya scared?"
Matt clung to him tightly, nodding furiously.
Ivan grinned, then spread his wings. "Wanna jump, while I hold you?"
"Yes, please. I'm scared I'm going to fall." He said, clinging to him. Ivan grinned, as he began to glide, from roof to roof.
Matthew smiled as he glided with him. "This...is kind of...fun."
Ivan looked down at Matt with his smile. "Then smile a bit! Scared faces aren't the kind anybody like when flying!"
He looked up at him, and smiled weakly.
"Wider! Like this!" He gave a really wide smile, checking where he jumped so he could continue to glide.
He tried smiling a little wider.
"There ya go-" His foot slid from underneath him and he fell off the roof. "GAAHH!" Luckily, he landed first, face up, and Matt landed on top, face down.
The human blushed very red, he had never been this close to another person, like that.
The angel proceeded to laugh. "I can't believe I let my footing get the best of me!"
"Are...are you okay?" Matt asked shyly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Not like I haven't fallen before. Are you?" Ivan finally opened his eyes, and blushed a tad as well.
"I'm not hurt..." Matt blushed redder.
"Well... that's good! D-Do you mind maybe getting off? I'd like to move please." Ivan said, twisting himself.
Matt shyly crept off his Angel friend. He felt his face turn redder and warmer.
The Angel slowly sat up and dusted his silverish-blond hair, then laughed again.
"Wh-whats so funny?" Matt asked, looking over his shoulder.
Ivan leaned over, and blew some dust off of Matt's head and chuckled some more. "Your hair almost looked like mine!"
Matt smiled and shook the rest of the dust from his hair, returning his hair to its golden colour.
It took a minute for the Angel to realize, but this was an unfamiliar alleyway. He looked around and saw rock dust and cloth material everywhere. "Matthew, is this part of town... familiar to you in any way?"
"Yes...I...live around here..." Matt said, ashamed to live in such a poor area.
Ivan looked at him with a bit of concern, but it disappeared quickly. "Guess this means you wanna go home, right?"
"No...the only ones that miss me when I'm gone...are my mother and older brother..." Matt said, sadly.
"Oh..." Ivan hugged his knees, completely bored and unknowing of what to do next. Then, he got an idea. "Hey, Matthew! You hungry?" He stood up, and dusted off his robe.
"A little..." Matt said, seconds before his stomach let out a growl.
Ivan held out his hand for Matt to take. "Then lets go to the market!"
Matt took his hand, smiling a little.
Ivan helped him up and smiled. "I always get free food from the market! So, let's go!" He turned and dragged Matt through the streets.
Matt smiled at his friend. "Alright, sounds good." Matt jogged behind him.
As soon as they reached the market, Ivan dragged him through then stopped in front of the food stalls. "Tell me what you want, and I'll get it!"
"I...I...beggers can't be choosers..." Matt said, blushing.
Ivan sighed. "What do you like eating, then?"
"I eat what I'm given..." Matt simply said.
Ivan rested his head in his hands, then looked back up and sighed. "Fine, stay here, I'll be back!" Then he turned, and ran up to multiple different fruit stands.
Matt watched him and he was reminded of a bee.
Ivan came back with a bag full of different fruits. "Lets go to the outskirts of town and have a picnic!" He said, just able to see over the bag.
"Okay, would you like some help with those?" Matt asked.
"Well... I do the work!" Ivan stated a lot of things as excuses so nobody else would have to do anything, and they could relax.
"Okay, okay!" Matt said. "I'll let you handle it!"
Ivan smiled, then walked a bit ahead. "Follow me!"
Matt kept stride with him. Ivan just then realized how far of a walk it was, then heaved a heavy sigh. "Alright, hold these." He gave the bag to Matt.
Matt laughed and took the bag. For such a slight young man, he was deceptively strong. Ivan then walked behind Matt, picked him up, and flew to the outskirts.
"Eep!" Matt yelped when he was picked up.
Ivan laughed a bit. "Alright, we're at the outskirts!" He landed and let Matt go as soon as.
Matt smiled. "Thank you." He said to his friend.
Ivan then plopped down in the grass and looked at the sky. "I remember when I was a child and I dreamed I would fly as high as I can now.." He squinted in the sunlight.
Matt sat next to him. "I used to look up, especially at night, and wonder if my father knows I exist...and ever thinks of me..." He looked up as well.
"Your lucky you know about your father. I meet mine once, and he's long since dead now." The sky began to glow an evening orange. The Angel was starting to mature again in voice.
The boy started eating the fruit. "I wish I had met him..."
Ivan took a piece of fruit and nibbled at it. "How much do you know about your father?"
"Nothing. Besides the fact that he was a soldier, and he was french. Other than that? Nothing..." Matt took another bite of the fruit.
"Name?" Ivan looked over at Matt, nibbling at the fruit.
"My mother...called him Francis. But considering how common that name is in France, it might not be his name..."
Ivan shrugged as the sun reached the horizon. He started taking actual bites from the fruit. "I forgot my fathers name. I don't even think I was told it..."
Matthew sighed deeply. "I don't care, not really. I'm just happy my mother's husband let me live with him."
The Angel gave his friend a confused stare of tired eyes. "Let you live with him? Is that because of your true father?"
"I'm not his son, he could have cast me out, and my mother too. But he really loves her, so..." Matt lay on the grass, and closed his eyes.
Ivan chuckled a bit. "Pardon for my laughter, but your lucky. Because of my wings, I can not lay in the grass as easily as you." By this time, he had fully returned to adulthood. his height and wingspan grew back to the measurements Matthew met him in.
Matt smiled and opened one eye. "Yes, I suppose it would be difficult."
Ivan moved away a few inches, spread his wings, laid down, then tucked them in a bit, and squirmed back over. "That's better."
Matt opened his eyes and looked over at him. "Comfortable?"
"Yes, just a bit." Ivan rolled over to on his stomach. "That's much better." He flapped his wings a little to get the grass off.
Matthew scooched over, and laid close to him.
Ivan smiled, with his chin rested on his folded arms. "Do you sleep?"
"Yes, I always sleep. Though, I like to stay up late and sleep in..." Matt quickly added. "Except on Sundays and Holidays."
"Your lucky you can sleep. One, it's against my job, and I can't sleep, whatsoever. No matter how hard I try, I don't even get tired." He said, staring off into space. Guess his tired look was more of a mature look.
"That's too bad..." Matt nuzzled him.
"Hmm?" The Angel noticed the nuzzle, but didn't know how to respond.
"You're...so warm..." he said, drowsily.
Ivan smirked, rolled onto his back slowly, and draped an arm around Matt. He grabbed his scarf and covered Matt with it like a blanket.
Matt cuddled closer to him, smiling tiredly.
"If your tired, sleep. I'll carry you home later." With the kind or memory he has, he remembered exactly what building Matt came out of the previous night.
"Don'...wanna go..." Matt murmured softly.
"You want to sleep here?"
"No...jus' don' wanna... go 'ome..."
Ivan sighed, knowing he wouldn't get much more talk out of him. Then, for the first time since his birth, he yawned. He was in shock at that.
The boy fell asleep, and murmured into the Angel. "Love...you..."
Ivan was even more so shocked by that then he was with the yawn. He blushed a deep shade of red, but didn't move.
"Je t'aime..." Matt spoke in his sleep, once more.
The Angel understood the language, and immediately knew it was french. He let out another yawn, as his 'mature look' actually made his eyes heavy. Matt cuddled close to him, clinging to him lightly. With one last yawn, he snuggled with Matt, and drifted away himself.
(Edit: Made it longer, because I finished it far too early...
Wow! Longer! Wait till the next chapter but enjoy this much!
Credit goes to my friend for being Mattie. MUCH THANKS!)