The pure white sheets rustled as the young angel under them slowly awoke to a bright new day. She sat up with the blanket still wrapped around her frame and yawned. Rolling her shoulders, she saw that the bed was covered in white and red feathers.
Maybe they shouldn't have gotten too wild last night.
She snickered and searched the floor for her clothes.
Nothing but his favorite red and blue shirt. "It'll 'ave to do." She whispered, grabbing it off the floor and pulling it over her head and arms.
The shirt was soft, comforting and smelled just like the man she so loved.
Off the bed she went and scratched her head as she walked out of the bedroom.
Where was he?
Another yawn passed through and she couldn't help rolling her shoulders again.
They were really in the mood to move and had begun to ache.
She wondered if this shirt allowed her to do what she was hurting to do. Her arm twisted to feel the back of the shirt for the two slits. Right there, near the shoulder blade, she felt one of them.
Oh goodie.
Lifting her shoulders up, she let out a sigh of relief-
As her red wings spread out behind her.
She slipped her way through the cabin, hearing noises at her destination, the kitchen.
Sizzling from the stove, the coffee almost done, and a soft snoring. That was what she was met with when she walked in.
At the kitchen table, sleeping, was Alfendi. All he had on was his lab coat and pants, his hair a mess and one of her own feathers sticking out next to his curl. His head was resting in his arms, eyes shut and a low growl rumbled in his throat as he breathed. Folded neatly on his back were his two white wings, only moving with the rise and fall of his chest.
She sighed and smiled, then went to shut off the stove and coffeemaker. Pouring two cups, she placed one in front of the sleeping man, hopefully to stir his senses.
While taking a sip of her own, she investigated what was burning on the stove. Of course, Alfendi was a great cook, better than his sister according to him. Sometimes, though, anyone could have a slip up or two. No problem for her. She'd take care of it. It was just a mistake after all.
"Lucy?" Called the hoarse voice of the only other soul in the kitchen.
From her position at the sink, scraping off the burnt crisps from the pan, Lucy looked over at the table and the now awake Alfendi. "Morning, Prof!" She greeted.
Alfendi stretched his body and flapped his wings once. "Good morning." He stood from the chair and shook his head to clear away the grogginess. "Did… I fall asleep?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Aye. Ya did. And you forgot about breakfast." She stated, holding up the now dry pan.
"Sorry about that." He said, taking to from her and putting it back on the stove. "I'll make it again, this time without the burnt edges."
She rolled her eyes and pulled him away from the counter. "Maybe we could just get some from a restaurant today, Prof."
Knowing Lucy would probably be right, he nodded. "Shall we head out then?"
"After we get dressed."
Alfendi just then noticed the shirt she was wearing and chuckled. "Yes. We probably should."
Getting prepared and taking a few minutes outside to feel the air on her feathers, Lucy jumped up and flapped her wings. Suddenly up in the air, she waited a second to steady herself before circling about the high tops. Alfendi watched from the porch of the cabin, finishing his warm coffee from before.
Living in the mountains, in a lone cabin up on the snow tips, was relaxing for the duo. They were angels, waiting for their halos in the normal world. Fulfilling duties of solving crimes for the humans and outdoing the wrongs of the impure, until one day they could be granted a greater honor up in the sky.
One day, Lucy once told him when they met, I'll become the hero of t' angels and 'umans. We could save the world! and while Alfendi could never remember the rest of the conversation, he kept that resounding dream of hers in his memory forever.
Alfendi himself was reaching for a similar goal, but trying to figure out himself along the way. Two personalities, so shunned and wanting to fly higher. He had too many problems with his mind and had been stuck in the mortal realm for so long.
"Are ya coming, Prof?" Lucy yelled, appearing in front of him with her bright red, phoenix-like wings pushing down on the air below her.
It took Alfendi a second to process her question, then nodded and placed his empty mug on the floor by the door.
Lucy smiled and flew off down the side of the mountain, her wings losing a feather or two and appearing to make a fading, red smear on the snow and rock.
Breathing in a sharp bit of cool air, Alfendi set off, running down the slope until his wings were steady. He shot straight into the sky, becoming easily leveled with the breeze.
That strange sensation of falling shook him slightly as he flew towards Lucy.
"Prof?" She noticed his expression and hair color change. When his wings became a light shade of grey, she knew it was his other personality she was dealing with. "'Ello, Potty Prof!" She greeted the other side with a not so concerned look.
He grinned and flew to her right. "Baker, are you going to keep flying this slow or are we actually going to eat?" His hair, now a vibrant red like her wings, blew away from his face as the wind moved around them.
"I bet I can make it to town before you!" She yelled, gaining the response of, "Oh? Is that a challenge I hear?" from her mentor.
They were off, the two angels of the cabin in the middle of the mountains.