It was a bright day of rest, the sun shining uninhibited above them all, baring down on them a heated blanket that nothing seemed to relieve them of despite laying in the shallows of the lake in their garden. The little fledgling sighed heavily, sitting up in the call water, and it swarmed around her waist.
"I'm hot."
"We all are nugget."
She ignored the Messenger and watched her choir master lazily swoosh as the water. He was perhaps the only one not bothered by the heat. She watched his fingers, as little intricate designed of frost glowed lightly on the water before being washed away by a soft rise of a little wave.
He was cool.
Akeela pushed herself up, dripping water on the Messengers face, and he scrunched his eyes closed to wipe away the droplets. He turned to watch the fledgling wade over to the where Morningstar was resting on the in the shallows in a much more comfortable state then they were. He had his eyes close, one arm draped over his stomach, humming under his breath a mindless tune.
A smile split his face, a laugh breaking from him, when the little fledgling simply flopped herself down on him. He opened his eyes in surprise and gave a heave when the air was suddenly blown out of his chest.
Akeela made herself comfortably, making it so she was pressed mostly against him, dragging his arm over her shoulders, and settled down just under his collar bone.
He chuckled, "Akeela?"
"You're cool."
Lucifer chuckled again and wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her in closer, he was indeed cooler then the others were. She sighed in comfort and cuddled in closer. Gabriel sat up, watching them slack jawed, "Now that's just not fair."
No one answered him until the little voice piped up from curled against the Morningstar's chest.
"Life isn't fair."