I guess I'll start then!
Vincent entered the pearly gates rather scared. He was told that his guide would be waiting for him but everyone looked the same here, how would he ever be able to find him? He chewed on his lip, swiping his dyed purple hair out of his eyes. He shifted nervously on his feet, his wings fluttering behind him.
(Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. I need to go somewhere, like rn. I'm sorry, I'll reply as soon as possible.)
(Welp, I guess you're gone but it's alright! Respond when you can, I can wait!)
(Okay, sorry about that.)
Zenith weaved his way through the crowds of new angels and ones much older. He looked through his list for he was to be the guide of. Vincent, the paper read. He looked at the picture next to it, the male had purple hair. Seems pretty easy to spot if you had asked Zenith. He looked at the ETA of this new angel. If Vincent had arrived on time, as most angels do, he would already have been there, making Zenith late. He picked up his pace, no longer caring to not bump into anyone and instead, knocking over anyone in his path. His high brown ponytail swung side-to-side behind his head, smacking quite a few people in his wake.
He soon arrived at the gates and caught his breath. He caught sight of a tense figure, he saw purple hair shining in the light of the pearly place. He jogged over to him.
"You must be Vincent," he chirped, "it's nice to meet you. I'm Zenith and I'll be your guide today. Got any questions before we start?"
He tensed when Zenith started chirping at him, his stomach tied up in knots from anxiety. He shook his head, picking at his nails as he stared at the ground.
"Great!" he beamed, "let's get right to it. He spread his large wings and grabbed Vincent by the wrist. With a smile he took off high above the rest of the angels, pointing things out along the way. He stopped suddenly, maintain their height in the air. He looked at Vincent's wings one inquisitive brow raised. "You do know how to use those, right?" He had a feeling that he already knew the answer to that question, but he asked anyway.
He couldn't answer, he was too busy trying not to have an anxiety attack. He was petrified of heights, was stuck extremely high in the air, he had no idea who this guy was, and he was having a hell of a lot of anxiety.
He flipped Vincent upside-down and shook him slightly. "Hello? You in there?" he poked him gently, receiving no response. "I guess not."
He flew him back down and lied him down. He pinched the bridge of his nose slightly and sighed. "We've got a lot of work to do." He kicked Vincent gently with his foot. Small traces of irritation showed on his face. "C'mon," Zenith said, kneeling down to shake Vincent "get up."
He finally managed to snap himself out of his daze and he nearly slapped him. He was pissed off. "What the actual hell is wrong with you? I'm standing there, trying not to have a panic attack and before I know it, I'm in the air. What made you think that was okay?"
His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Listen, for one, I'm not in your mind so how am I supposed to understand 'panic attack' from you picking at your nails?" He placed his hands on his hips, the corner of his thin lip pulled down slightly.
"Oh, so I wasn't tense? I didn't look scared? I wasn't physically shaking? There's more ways to tell that someone's not okay thab just what they're doing."
Zenith let out a loud groan. "I don't have time for this, we're behind schedule. Come on." He grabbed Vincent's wrist, this time dragging him behind him. His voice was lackluster at first, but as time went on it lightened up a little bit, almost back to its usual cheery tone.
He stayed silent, taking mental notes as he talked but never saying a word himself.
He soon stopped and turned around, a smile on his thin lips. "Come on, I'll show you where you'll be staying." He walked off into a building to the right. From the outside, you could see its perfectly done white pain and each curve of the wood was well defined. Two beautiful lanterns were on each side of the door shining a radiant, golden light. The door was large and well detailed, one golden knocker was at the top of it. He walked up the stairway that led to the door and stopped. "Here we are! This is where you will be staying." He smiled brightly.
He nodded slowly, going for the doorknob but then hesitating and drawing it back, deciding against it.
Zenith raised his eyebrows. He noticed Vincent's hesitance to open the door. "Is there something wrong?" he inquired. "I swear that there nothing waiting on the other side that will harm you."
"No, I'm okay. Can we just move on? I'll look later." His own bedroom gave him horrific flashbacks so he was extremely scared of the new one.
"Okay…umm, if you'd like I could show you the library…or something?" He bounced from foot to foot, his hair bouncing with him. He was slightly concerned with what was bothering the male he was guiding, but he decided not to pry into it.
"Yeah, let's see the library." He was desperate to get out of this hallways, he felt like he was suffocating.
Zenith lead Vincent through the busy walkways. They soon arrived at a massive library. It had a large, marble staircase leading to the main entrance. At the end of the top step, there were multiple Corinthian columns, just a pearly white as the staircase.
"Here we are!" he said, smiling. "In here you can find pages upon pages of whatever you like!" He extended his right arm toward the door in an 'after you' fashion.
He stepped into the library, smiling to himself. He much preferred the hallways of the library to the hallways of home he was staying in.
(Okay, sorry about the sudden ghosting, got a tinsy bit busy.)
Zenith walked into the library after Vincent. The large, golden shelves shone in the sunlight, illuminating the grand library. He leaned forward onto Vincent's shoulder with a smile spread across his face. "So, any specific genre that you're looking for?"
"Fantasy. Anything that means that I don't have associate with the outside world." He was almost surprised when felt a strange tingle go across his skin when Zenith touched him.
"Hmm." Zenith's eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulled down slightly. "Well, perhaps we shouldn't have skipped flight training," he said looking up at the top shelves of the great bookcases, "because that's all the way up there." He pointed to the third-highest shelf.
"Oh, you doubt me." He flicked himself up, selecting one of his favorites and slowly coming back down. "I just didn't like how you sprang it on me so suddenly."