It took them a year to fully establish themselves in the outskirts of a small village. Ilerael changed his name to Isaiah the moment he was able to come around from the fall. Lilaurael chose the common name of Lily. It was the easiest thing to do. Much to their surprise, they saw that parts of their armor were on them after the fall, but it was mainly heavy cloth with bits of runic pieces. It was easy to cover up to avoid suspicion. If they were questioned, it would be easy to say they were family heirlooms.
They were surprised at how they looked, too. He had a strong, lush wave of black hair that came down past his shoulders with steel gray eyes that could pierce through any that stared for too long. His jaw was beardless, square-cut, and held a slight cleft in the chin. His chest was broader than most, but only because of his long life as a warrior of Heaven. He was even a touch taller than most humans, too.
She was much the same in height and build, save that she had a far more well-proportioned figure for a normal human, but her hair was the color of dark, lush chocolate. It seemed to come down to the middle of her back in an elegant, straight sheen. Her eyes were the color of deep, green jade, and they even seemed to twinkle when she smiled. Their voices did lose the echo, but his was as deep, as hers was light. He loved to hear her laugh and watch her smile at him. That would never change. Just the fact that she did this with him was proof enough of her love for him.
The first night was hard, for they had no shelter or food. But, Ilerael was prepared for this. He just didn't expect to fall so far from where he planned for them to stay. And, it was just their luck that they landed a bit far from civilization, yet close enough to each other to find each other easily. They managed to walk the fifty miles it took to get their destination. They had their weapons hidden, and, for some reason, they seemed rather ordinary. It was to keep them from becoming noticed. They were sure that the light of the sun would easily reveal them. She was still swift on her feet, and he was still able to fight, if he had to. The fall weakened them, but didn't break them. He was concerned if anyone noticed, but their angelic signatures were so slight that they were mistaken for small meteors. Luck was on their side with that.
When they finally reached the small, wooden cottage, Ilerael was pleased that it was untouched. Not many knew of the small cottage anymore. It was why he chose it. In his angelic form, he was able to clear the land for farming. It was easy to do when one didn't need sleep or food. He was glad he did just that. Most of the year he was to search for Tyrael was spent here to secretly prepare what he planned. The small village a ways off was visited after they rested and adjusted to daily life. Clothing disguises were used to hide their armors and weapons. They looked a bit different than the usual traveler, but they were welcomed as farmers. Their crops were sorely needed.
It took a year's worth of a successful harvest and visits to earn the trust of the people in the town. While Lilaurael worked around the home, Ilerael was enjoying a drink at the pub with one his human friends. As they talked, an odd question came about.
"So, are you expecting children?" his friend asked.
"In time," Ilerael smiled. "We still have much work to do."
"Nonsense! Never too late for kids," his friend scoffed. "I have a son, and he's my pride and joy! He's starting to work hard, too. Don't you want a son to follow the farming trade? Or a daughter that can look up to you?"
"Harvey, you know how I tend to be."
"Have you even married Lily?"
"I have."
"I don't see a ring on her finger. You don't have one, either."
"Such a trinket is something we don't believe in. Our love is all that matters."
"So, you didn't marry her."
"Shut up."
"I knew it! I'll see what the others in town can do. I'm sure we can set something up."
"No. There is no need for that."
"Father Binz can easily set something up for you. Your wedding needs to be recognized in the eyes of Akarat, Himself! I'm sure that it can be done," Harvey said.
"Lily would say no," he said.
"Come on, Isaiah! You've done so much for us! Let me talk to them and help you."
"It won't stop you, anyways. Do what you want," he finally gave in. Harvey grinned his wide grin and jumped up to talk to a few of his friends. The lean toned, brown-haired human was a master with woodworking, and they became fast friends through trade. The slight beard he was growing didn't seem to suit his young face, though. Even his ears had a slight pixie look to them. But, when it came to his trade and spotting things of importance, his brown eyes were always alert and attentive,.
Taking this time to finish his drink, leave a coin on the table, and head out, he moved straight to his small cottage. It was turned into a charming little place now. A small pool of water was built nearby to form a bit of a lake, and wildflowers bloomed all around it. Two chairs were placed here for him to sit with Lilaurael and watch the sun rise and set. There were times that they missed their Heavenly home, but they loved being together in secret. They would even start to reminisce of their glory days in battle. Such things were very hard to let go at times, and they were always called upon, if there was trouble in the village. Especially after how they took care of a burglar that tried to break into their home. At Ilerael's insistence, a helpful night watch was easily established.
"Everything all right?" Lilaurael asked when she saw him walk in.
"Harvey wants to arrange for us to get married," he smirked.
"What?! No!" she said with surprise.
"He was insistent. We haven't really done anything, either. You think we would have, too," he sighed. She smiled, and he pressed a kiss to her mouth gently. "We could, you know."
"Well," she said wryly. "if we are getting married, then we should wait."
"They already think we are."
"They can think what they want. We've been so busy around here that we haven't had time to think about it. We can wait a bit longer," she chuckled.
"I don't think I want to wait," he muttered and kissed her again. This time it was deeper. Far more hungry than either he, or she expected. At the response she gave back, he whispered, "I think you're done waiting, too. Aren't you?"
"Ilerael...I was making supper..." she said softly.
"Anything cooking yet?"
"No."
"Good. Let it wait a bit longer," he smiled and pulled her close to kiss her with the love he held for her ever since they met so long ago.