Chapter 6. I will now write in first person. Third person ain't working for me. I'm also dragging out the whole Luce-becomes-angel thing. It needed more Llamas... Wait, no... Drama. Drama was what I meant. Llamas + Daniel + Luce = Crackfic. This is not a Crackfic. This is SPARTA! No, this is PATRICK! Incorrect, this is SPARTA! No, this. Is. PATRICK!

Hehehe. Anyways... I bet you're dying to see Luce's wings so... On with the fanfic!

Daniel's POV:

I didn't even have time to glimpse at Luce before she was pulled away from me. I tried to go after her, but Cam and Roland were there behind me, holding me back. I could hear myself calling to her, crying, my whole body was shaking, Evangeline was in front of me, attempting to calm me down. I remember collapsing against Cam, my legs would no longer hold me upright. I was sobbing uncontrollably. I don't remember exactly when I passed out, but it must have been shortly after that.

Somebody must have carried me out of the hall, because when I woke I was in a white room, in a bed next to Luce. She was in my arms, still sleeping. I went to rub her back when my hand gently bumped into something which had definitely not been there yesterday morning. I opened my eyes, craning my neck to see what it was. My hands glided over satin feathers which hid powerful muscles underneath. I looked down. She was... Breathtaking. When I had first laid eyes on her as a human, I had fallen in love, her beauty and personality forming an inescapable snare for my heart. But that... It was nothing compared to this. She was truly stunning... So beautiful, so... Indescribably amazing. I was, for only the second time in my entire life, rendered speechless. My mind scrambled to find words that could describe her.

Her wings shimmered, light reflecting from an unknown source. They were pale blue, with streaks of midnight blue, silver, gold and purple. I realised now that her hair had changed slightly, too. In the light it was not just black, it had the deepest blue tinge, and at the tips they melted into the darkest of violet. As I rubbed in circles between her wings, taking in all the changes, she began to stir. As her eyes opened it was like the world was suddenly at peace, heaven and hell were no longer at war, and all was right with the universe.

"Hey," She yawned, her voice like the sweetest symphony, lilting and soft.

"Hey, angel."

"Hmm?" She mumbled drowsily as she attempted to roll onto her back, nearly crushing her wings in the process. "Ow, what was that?"

"Your wings."

Her eyes snapped open.

"My what?"

"I didn't know that angels could get amnesia."

Her eyes widened as she remembered. And then she did something completely unexpected. She rolled on top of me and began to kiss me. Naturally I was more than eager to return the favour. She pulled her wings in as I pushed mine out, wrapping us with them, and subtly using them to push her closer to me. Her hands travelled from my chest to my neck to my hair and back, sending shivers down my spine. I tugged on her lip, begging for entrance. She complied, and her lips parted. We continued this for about five minutes or so, until we figured we should probably get breakfast. I opened the door, only to be met by Evangeline, who had plates of pancakes perched precariously on her arms.

"Hi, I brought breakfast!"

"Hey, want some help?"

"Yeah, thanks."

I took two of the plates off her, handing one to Luce. We sat at a table in the corner of the room which I swore had not been there when I woke up.

"Luce, honey, are you feeling better?" Evangeline asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine now, thanks."

"Well, I must say, you look stunning."

Luce blushed.

'Thank you."

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