The ride - flight - home went smoothly, Ty even started asking Sky questions, like 'How fast are we going?' ('As fast as I can without making you fall.'), 'How do you keep the direction?' ('One of angels' senses.'), 'How high are we?' ('Higher than the-') and then proceeding to laugh at the last one.
They got inside through the window again, since Sky found it easier to just drop Ty off than to let him run up the stairs. The angel folded his wings back, throwing himself onto the sofa.
"Do you want tea?" Ty asked from the kitchen, the kettle already boiling some water.
"Sure," Sky replied, trudging into the kitchen and into his seat.
After a little while of watching Ty move through the small kitchen with grace, a cup of steaming forest fruit tea was set in front of him. Ty took his seat on the opposite side of the table, sipping his own tea slowly and blowing into it to cool it off.
They drank their tea in silence, and Ty went to retrieve his notebook from his room. He came back with a pencil in his mouth, chewing at the end of it, looking over his homework. He sat down, nearly missing the chair completely. Sky chuckled, watching the colors swirl around before settling down, the sunny yellow taking over.
Ty ignored him, ignored everything, and deeply in thoughts scribbled answers to the Math questions into the notebook.
Sky looked the teen over. He put his shades on, looking at Ty as a normal human would. The teen was short, maybe about 5" 5' ((totally pulled that out of my nonexistent dick)), so he wasn't the shortest. He had longish dark brunet hair cut in the emo style, so it hid one of his eyes most of the time. Which was a real shame, because they were a beautiful shade of brown, bordering on red, making a spectacular, almost unreal color. He was pale, but not in that 'vampire' type, but the pretty, porcelain doll type pale. He was thin but still in shape, as the V-cut of his white shirt revealed. Looking back up, Sky's eyes lingered at the teen's lips. They were a pretty shade of pink and looked so soft…
He mentally slapped himself. He was an angel, for crying out loud! This boy, the mortal teen sitting in front of him was… Was…
A human who captivated an angel.
—-
"Hey, Bodil!" Dawn cheered as she burst into Bodil's room, without knocking, as always.
"What is it, Dawn?" Bodil asked from his spot on the white bed, where he laid with his wings spread out wide and reading a book.
"I bring news!" Dawn held out a few papers proudly. "You will be getting a new protegé!"
"What?!" Bodil shouted, springing up from his lying positing, wide red eyes looking at Dawn unbelievingly from behind his shades. "I am not giving up on Bash! Never!" he protested loudly.
Dawn shook her head, "No, no, no. You will be getting a new protegé alongside Bash. You got promoted into a Double Guardian."
Bodil managed to calm down a bit, "So who is it?"
Dawn's brows furrowed, "I don't know, to be honest. It wasn't written in the announcement," she held out one of the papers, "And Warden refused to tell me anything," she huffed.
Bodil quickly scanned the paper. Half of it was getting to the point of telling him he will be a Double Guardian, and the other half was about him needing to be extra careful. So nothing useful.
—-
Sky slipped his shades back on. He probably shouldn't have done that, he thought just a few miliseconds after.
He could see the array of colors from Ty's soul again, and as always, it captivated him this time, too.
The thick wisps of yellow that floated around Ty's head, curling and uncurling like some weird tentacles. The rainbow storm inside his midsection, the way his basic colors combined and created a whole spectrum. Sky had never seen so many colors in one person before, so the mere thought of this boy interested him.
He leaned forward, exceeding his hand and brushing his fingers along one of the smaller yellow wisps. Ty flinched, looking up at Sky.
"W-What was that?" the teen asked, touching the side of his head.
"Sorry," Sly mumbled, " It was one of your Colors."
"'Colors'?" Ty asked, the homework forgotten already. If he had a bad trait, it was his attention span.
"Yeah," Sky nodded, reaching out again, grasping one of the green wisps this time.
Ty jolted, a picture of an angel standing before a setting sun suddenly filling his mind, and all the ways he could paint it.
"That was your Creativity," Sky mumbled, tenderly touching another one. To Ty, it looked like he was catching air.
This time, he was filled with determination, a sudden urge to go out and do stuff.
"This was your Courage," Sky explained, moving his hand elsewhere.
Ty jolted the most then, a picture of Jason, bloodied and laying on a stone pavement, running behind his eyelids. His eyes widened, fear filling them.
"Don't worry. That was your Concern. It showed you the thing you are afraid of the most," Sky said, letting go of the wisp that curled up on itself, seemingly shrinking back.
Sky stayed propped up, halfway across the table, gazing into Ty's reddish eyes, which remained the same color even without the help of his shades.
The angel scanned Ty's face again. It was even cuter from this close up. His eyes lingered on the pink lips, again, and he licked his own dry ones.
"Ty, I…" he mumbled, leaning over even more, his face inches closer to the teen's.
—-
"So how's Bash even doing?" Dawn asked, making herself comfortable on Bodil's bed.
"I'm not sure, I haven't checked up on him today," Bodil mumbled embarrasedly, rummaging through one of his desk's drawers for his magic mirror.
He sat next to Dawn, using his sleeve to wipe off the dust that settled over the mirror's surface. He gazed into it, his and Dawn's reflection slowly fading out and into a picture of a young man. He was sitting by his computer, his long dark hair hidden underneath a melon beanie.
"Is he working on a new video?" Dawn asked, interestedly looking over Bodil's shoulder.
"He's editing it," Bodil replied.
"Ahh, that's no fun!" Dawn huffed, "Can we check up on Sky? Do you have him in there?" she asked.
"Yeah," Bodil replied, wiping the surface again. Bash's picture faded out to their reflection, which then faded into a small kitchen.
Sky was leaning over the small wooden table, his face inches away from the brunet teen's, from his own protegé's face. Dawn gasped, yanking the mirror from Bodil's grasp and looking into it wide-eyed.
"No! Sky!" she yelled, "Sky don't do it! SKY PLEASE, NO!"