The air slightly chilly and damp, making Sky fold his wings around himself like a cocoon. The angel watched intently as Ty awoke and sprinted off home, the concerned orange of his soul flailing wildly. He could easily see how the brunet mouthed the word 'shit' over and over while dodging other pedestrians.
The angel, however, didn't follow him nor went home. He merely stayed seated on the roof, alternating between watching the world colored with his glasses, or dull without them. He didn't look forward to going back.
He didn't want the God to say the sentence; to doom him to Fall. He remembered what happened to Jerome after he slightly altered his protegé's fate. How his wings slowly, and by the looks of it, painfully, changed from the brilliant white to the darkest black Sky had ever seen. How broken Jerome looked when he folded them and walked away, only to have to open them again to fly back to the Earth.
Sky had seen him a few more times after that, always by his ex-protegé. The two became close friends, but Sky doubted that Mitch knew anything about Jerome being an angel. The wings were practically invisible to normal humans, if the angel wished so.
The two of them looked happy.
The beautiful hues of pink and deep red grew within Mitch's soul the more time he spend with the Fallen angel. Sky wished them their happiness. They deserved it.
The question was; Did he, too?
The pancakes didn't last ten minutes in Jason's presence. The younger brunet devoured them within a few heartbeats. The older chuckled, trying his best not to choke on his own portion, when he saw that Jason managed to get the syrup all over his face. And then he did choke, when his brother used his hands to rub it away, resulting not only in sticky face, but hands, too.
The fact that Jason pouted during the whole scene didn't make him seem more mature in the least.
Ty cleaned up, sending Jason to prepare his things for tommorow's school. He washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, trudging to his room after telling Jason to keep his music down.
He closed himself in his room, picking the papers up from the ground and setting them on the bed. He climbed the sheets himself, making himself comfortable before taking the unfinished assignment and opening the book on marked page. He scribbled the answers hastily and packed the book in his bag again and threw it by the door. Turning off the light, he groggily fell onto the covers, almost immediately dozing off.
The quiet rustling of feathers faded when the owner's pair of snow white wings folded behind her back. She crossed the space of the roof in a few long steps, her bare feet making no sound whatsoever. She sat down on the edge, dangling get feet over the surface, swinging them back and forth in the air.
She reached next to her, lightly shaking the shoulder of the one next to her, "Hey… Sky? Wake up…" she mumbled.
Sky mumbled something inaudible and stirred in his sleep, "Hmmm…?"
"Wake up."
Sky yawned, opening his eyes slowly, "Uuugh… What is it, Dawn? Give me five more minutes," he mumbled, "Wait… Dawn?! What are you doing here?" Sky bolted from his sleep, this close to falling off of the edge. Wide, shaded eyes looked at a smiling Dawn, her face lined with the two-colored hair, her heterochromic eyes shining in the evening sun.
She smiled at him gently, "Hey there," she cheered.
"W-What are you doing here?" Sky asked, balancing himself with his wings.
"I… I have some news!" Dawn said, the smile still present on her face.
"I don't want to go back, Dawn, so I won't. You can go back by yourself," Sky mumbled, looking at the street below, watching as one police officer took down the 'Do not enter' tape from the truck, which was currently being hooked to another truck to be transported.
"Actually, you don't have yo come back!" Dawn's eyes followed Sky's, watching the truck start and, with a few screeches from the tires, pulled the wrecked one.
"What do you mean?"
"We… Uh… Talked with God…" Dawn mumbled, heterochromic eyes falling onto the apartment building next to the coffee shop, "We tried to reason with him…" she found Bash's window, looking through at how he cooked his diner, "And we… We managed to make him agree to let Ty live."
"What?" Sky jumped, the most priceless expression of shock on his face, "Are you serious?"
Dawn nodded, "Yeah… We got you the job of a personal guardian, not just an overseer."
"Y-You mean…?" Sky's baffled expression made Dawn chuckle.
"Yeah. You can stay."