Never thought I'd type that sentence to be completely honest. I feel like we all just need to take a moment and appreciate that title. Because, "My Guardian Angel" would be one thing, right? We'd all be sitting here like, "Wow! Guardian angels do exist and Courf's got one!" and so on and so forth. But see this title right here says that not only do guardian angels exist and not only does Courf have one, but his guardian angel could teach five-year-olds … or could actually be a five-year-old. Either way, I've hit the jackpot in this particular situation.

So let me back up for a second just in case you are new to this story and what I have just said makes absolutely no sense.

1. My name is Courfeyrac

Wait, hold on, this would feel more official if I used Roman numerals …

I. My name is Courfeyrac

II. I'm a reincarnated human dude

III. My old friends from the 1800s are all supernatural beings

IV. I've met one (Marius)

a. He's a ghost

V. I've just met another (Combeferre)

a. He's the angel aforementioned

b. And this is how we met …

It had been a long day. First, I had to get up and go to classes and then … then I had to continue going to classes and so it was just a typical long ass day. So anyway, there I was, sitting on my bed, working on a paper** on my laptop, when suddenly I heard a crash. Since I'm the only person who lives in my apartment, I got an appropriate amount of freaked out.

At first, I assumed it was Marius, because he has totally just walked through my front door before without knocking before and maybe this was just another episode of "Marius Walks Into Apartment And Finds Courf Dancing In His Underwear". Except I was not in my underwear and the noise that came from outside my door definitely did not belong to Marius.

"Courfeyrac?!" an unfamiliar voice shouted.

Well, okay. This random dude crashing around in my living room apparently knew me. Maybe this was the guy from before? The person who somehow broke into my apartment without unlocking the door and left huge wing burns on my wall. I weighed my options … jump out my bedroom window or investigate this guy.

I am almost ashamed to admit that I thought about this for a good five minutes. The deciding factor? Yeah, I guess breaking both my legs by jumping out my 4th story window wouldn't be ideal.

Finally, I mustered up the old courage and got up of my bed and tiptoed to my door. The guy had stopped calling my name but I could still hear him rustling around in my living room. I peered at him through the crack in my door.

The guy was tall; he had brown wavy hair and a pair of rectangular glasses on his face. He was wearing a suit with a green, military style trench coat over top and his white shirt featured some exciting bloodstains on it.

I did a double take.

He was bleeding! The guy had blood running down his nose and lips; his shirt had splotches of the stuff all over it.

The guy turned frantically and headed for the kitchen, and as he did he knocked over a picture hanging on the far wall behind him.

… I did a triple take.

Let me rephrase that last bit … as the guy turned around, his wing knocked over a picture hanging on the far wall behind him.

I stared. For a good long time, I stared.

The guy seemed very concerned for the well being of the picture and quickly retracted his wings closer to his back and went to go pick it up. I watched as he carefully replaced the picture on its hook and made sure it was perfectly straight on the wall. He looked at the picture for a moment and then I saw him physically relax.

"I deeply apologize for ruining your home decor, my friend," he said.

My heart stopped. Was he talking to me? Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was talking to Farris my ferret, who was calmly chilling in his cage out there. Or maybe he was an insane person and was talking to himself.

"Courfeyrac, hiding behind doors does not make you invisible." The guy turned around and looked directly at me.

Maybe he still wasn't talking to me?

No, damnit, he was. The jig was up.

I slowly opened the door and stood awkwardly in the frame. Then I said the first and only thing that came to my mind. "Sup."

That seemed to please the guy to no end. A huge smile spread across his face and I swear his eyes got a little misty.

"Courfeyrac," he said with a little sigh.

I smiled awkwardly and mimicked his sigh, "Guy in my apartment."

He started walking towards me. "Forgive me for staring or for making you uncomfortable but …" he stopped a few feet away from me, still smiling, "… you have not looked at me in 183 years."

Well, that made me feel kinda bad for looking away from him but the situation had not become less awkward. I eased out of my doorway and made a fancy arch around the guy to the couch.

"You've got some explaining to do, dude," I said, sitting down, "because you just appeared out of nowhere and you know my name and … well, I don't want to be rude but you have things, that should really only be on birds, attached to your back."

The guy adjusted his glasses and put his hands behind his back. "You are correct. There are many things I need to explain to you and I am not sure the best way to go about it."

"Are you one of my old friends?" I asked. "Marius told me about 1832 and all that jazz."

The guy pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. "Yes, I am aware of what Pontmercy has told you and …" he sighed and opened his eyes again, smiling and returning his hand behind his back, "… and I am glad you know now. I am one of the men that you knew long ago." He took a step forward, brought his hands out from behind his back and rubbed them together anxiously.

I raised my eyebrow. "You okay, man?"

He laughed nervously. "Yes, thank you. I have thought a lot about how I was going to do this over the past 183 years."

Do what? This guy sounded like he was about to get down on one knee and propose to me. But before I could comment with one of my witty one-liners, the guy extended his arm and said in a shaky but weirdly, overwhelmingly happy voice …

"Hello, Courfeyrac, I am Combeferre."

I stared at him for a moment. I could tell he really wished I remembered him but hey, we were friends like 183 years ago, no one's memory is that good. But I did feel like I wanted to make him happy so I stood up and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you Combeferre."

Combeferre squeezed my hand and grinned. "I am your guardian angel."

I stopped shaking his hand. "Come again?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "When I was brought back to life as an angel, I was given the privilege of becoming your guardian."

"Oh." I lowered myself down onto the couch. "Are you the angel that did that?" I pointed to the wing marks on my wall.

Combeferre looked at the wall, guiltily. "Yes, I greatly apologize for that night. You really were not supposed to see me, so I knocked you out and doing so caused a bit of a backfire and—"

I held up my hand. "You know what, Combeferre? I don't really wanna know at this point." I stood up and made my way over to the kitchen. "You want something to drink?"

Combeferre put his hands in the pockets of jacket. "Do you have those boxes filled with squeezed apples, sugar and preservatives?"

I opened the refrigerator and glanced at him. "You mean apple juice?"

Combeferre laughed and sat on the couch. "If you would like to call that beverage 'apple juice' then go right ahead."

I couldn't help but crack a smile. As creepy as it seemed at the time, there was something about Combeferre's tone of voice that was familiar. "Well, I don't have any apple juice in boxes but I do have some I can pour for you in a glass."

Combeferre looked disappointed and reluctantly nodded. "That will be fine, thank you."

"So, since you are my guardian angel, do you follow me around everywhere?" I asked as I poured him a glass of apple juice.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. "No, I … I tried that when you were a boy but it became too hard." His voice lowered. "I could not bear to see you every day and you not to see me." He took my silence as a cue to continue. "So, I kept my distance, only coming in to help you when you needed it."

I returned to the kitchen with two glasses of apple juice. I handed him one and sat on the chair next to the couch. "So … the blood on you now …?"

Combeferre followed my gaze to his bloody shirt. "Oh, I had completely forgotten!" He waved the issue away. "If you see red human blood, 'tis but a scratch. I just had to shoo away a little trouble that was on its way over here."

Man, did I have a lot of questions. Did angels have a different type of blood? What kind of trouble was on its way over here? Did he make that "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" reference on purpose? Did angels watch movies? However, there was really one huge question that was on my mind that I needed to ask. I wasn't exactly sure how to phrase it so I didn't sound like a seven-year-old talking to a superhero but I decided to just wing it anyway.

"Can you fly?" I asked.

Combeferre gave me an amused look and put down his glass. "Like a bird? No. My wings are for a different sort of transportation. They are also a mark of my rank."

I moved myself over to the couch. "Can I see them again?"

Combeferre blushed and fidgeted with his fingers. "I do not want to knock anything over again."

I waved the issue away. "I don't give a shit about anything in this place, I'd much rather see angel wings than have a framed picture on my wall."

Combeferre seemed to consider his own options. I felt like there may have been something else he was worried about besides knocking over my "precious valuables". But soon he nodded and stood up. He examined the dimensions of the room and said, "I will not be able to unfurl them all the way, this home is too small for that, but I will do what I can." He cleared his throat and gently rolled his shoulders.

I'm sure I looked like an idiot as I watched a pair of long, feathery wings slowly spread out behind him. My mouth dropped open and I sat on the couch, completely stunned, staring at the sight in front of me.

Combeferre's wings were made up of dark brown feathers that turned into a burnt red color at the ends. There were a few lines of black and white feathers added to the mix, along with larger patches of white.

"They are modeled after the wings of a Hyalophora euryalus," Combeferre said quietly as I slowly stood up from the couch.

"A what?" I asked as I circled him to get a better look.

"A Hyalophora euryalus, also known as a Ceanothus Silkmoth."

I poked at the feathers, causing Combeferre to flinch. "Your wings are modeled after a moth?"

Combeferre smiled and pushed his glasses up further on his nose. "They are. Moths are beautiful creatures."

I came back around to his front and looked at him in the eyes, curiously. "You're pretty human for an angel."

Combeferre smiled wider. "I was a human once. I wore glasses, I liked to study the natural sciences, I loved apples … in fact, you, me and Enjolras used to go apple picking every year—"

I frowned. "Enjolras?"

Combeferre's eyes shifted slightly to the left of me and he was silent for a moment. "Just another friend." His gaze met mine again. "The point being, I am still who I was … and I am still your friend."

That comment should have made me happy, and it almost did … but when I looked past his glasses and really looked into his eyes, there was something there that wasn't human. I mean, I knew he was an angel, I knew he had wings, I knew he was a supernatural being, but I wanted that to be something minor. I wanted his human side to be bigger than his angel side and that wasn't a thing that was gonna happen.

I took a tiny step back from him and forced a smile. "I'm glad." I sat back down on the couch and took a deep breath. "I know I'm supposed to meet all of my old friends tomorrow but …"

"You are not obligated to do so," Combeferre said. "I understand that this is all very new for you."

I nodded and rubbed my eyes. "Yeah, it is."

"You do not have to meet them tomorrow. We will be ready for you whenever you are ready for us."

I nodded again and removed my hands from my eyes. "Thanks—"

I stopped short. Combeferre was gone. I assumed he wasn't really gone, he was probably standing in the exact same place but he turned himself invisible or some shit.

It was in that moment that I felt like a crazy person.

I sighed and got up off the couch. I went over to Farris's cage and petted him with my finger. "What do you think about all this, buddy?"

To be honest, I half expected him to reply but thankfully he just continued snacking on his food. Ah, what a simple life a ferret led.

I was envious.

**Tumblr, I was on tumblr.