"So, I'm assuming from the fact that you were able to recognize this as Earth that you know what hospitals are, right?" he asked pacing around the room. "You know what? I'm not gonna wait for an answer to that. The point is, that in there, is everything that I need to properly set the bone." He stopped his pacing and crossed his arms, looking Azael directly in the eyes. "But, since you being an… angel, I'm assuming, isn't very socially acceptable here. People fear what they don't understand, after all. So," Elijah uncrossed his arms to place his hands on his hips. "we would need to sneak in there. Which is obviously illegal and could have severe consequences. The question is," Elijah walked over to the angel and gave him a good flick on the bridge of his nose, "are you willing to take that risk?"
Azael blinked at the flick, holding still otherwise. He looked at Elijah. "I can risk that." He replied. He stood, tensing a little so he didn't wobble and fall. Glancing back at his wings, he concentrated on them, and they glowed brighter for a moment, before vanishing, leaving his back smooth and nearly unmarked, save for the scars, and two faint markings where the wings met his body, normally. His clothes, though, looked rather strange without the wings, since they had been designed with wings in mind. He looked at Elijah again, expression unreadable. "Does that work?"
That familiar smirk swept across Elijah's face once again. You'd imagine by now that Azael would be able to tell what that smirk meant. Total sarcasm.
"Yeah, sweetie, that totally works," he said, tilting his head and rolling his eyes. "You totally look normal." He imagined that Azael had to be smart than that. "You're joking, right?"
Azael frowned a little bit. "Well…it must look at least a little bit more…normal." he replied slowly, seeming a little unsure of himself at the sarcasm. He ran a hand through his golden hair, watching Elijah. "And…I realize that your clothes would not fit me, but surely some could be found that would fit in here." He said.
He… Elijah facepalmed, doesn't understand sarcasm.
Elijah cleared his throat semi-loudly. "While yes, it does look more normal," he explained, "it still doesn't look normal." He began pacing around the room, think what he about could do for him. Suddenly, he had a little lightbulb moment.
"You're right, Azael, I do have something that will fit you," he stated. Then proceeded to mumble, "although it's not mine… I'll be back." He ran into his bedroom and returned with what appeared to be a large box of clothes. It had a name on each side of it, but they were all crossed out.
Azael studied him. "I…don't quite understand." He admitted slowly. He opened the box up after Elijah set it down, pulling out the clothes and examining them. Even with those clothes on, it would be a stretch to pass him off as just a regular Joe. He was an angel, not a human, and that was all too obvious. He took a deep breath, holding up some of the clothes carefully.
(Gtg to bed soon)
(Kk. I think I'm actually going to go do some other things for now. I'll prob. reply tomorrow.)
"What don't ya understand?" he inquired. Elijah looked up and his face pulled into a frown. He looked at the halo around Azael's head. He had no clue what to do about it. He pointed to it.
"Is there anythin' we can do about that?" Elijah tilted Azael's head and examined it slowly. Elijah had never been in such a difficult situation. In all honesty, he had never cared about someone else's problems so much. Elijah ran his hand through his own wavy green hair.
"Ah– it doesn't matter." Azael replied. At the question about the halo, he nodded. He closed his eyes, concentrating. The glow died away to nothing, leaving Azael looking like a tall, strangely dressed human. Though his facial features were still far too perfect for a human, he could still pass better as one now. He opened his blue eyes again, looking at Elijah. "Is that better?" he asked, running his fingers through his golden hair.
Eli looked Azael over carefully one good time before speaking. "Yeah, I guess. It's just, you're unnaturally…" he looked away from the angel, "pretty."
He didn't know what to do about it. Clothes and appendages were one thing, but natural beauty? He didn't have a clue how to deal with it. He began pacing the room once again. No matter how much he thought about it, nothing could be done, he knew he'd just have to deal with it.
Azael frowned a little bit. "Oh. Is that…a problem?" He asked. He couldn't do anything about his face. There really wasn't anything he could do to change his facial features, even if he had wanted to. Which…he didn't really want to. Changing his facial features meant changing himself, and he wanted to be able to recognize himself in the mirror. He didn't know enough about Earth to offer any suggestions, either.
Elijah shook his head lightly. "No… not to me anyway," he replied. "It's fine. Let's just find you some less… extravagant clothes to wear." He began searching through the box, his face bitter. He tried his best to wash away the bitter face that he had on, but just couldn't manage it. Resentment was practically seeping from Elijah's pores as he searched the box. It was blaring obvious that something was wrong.
Azael swallowed, and gently touched Elijah's shoulder. "Uhm…are you alright?" He asked slowly, quietly, studying Elijah's face carefully. The tall angel looked mostly human now, but there was still that air of otherness to him. Something strange, that didn't quite fit with his surroundings. Like he belonged somewhere else.
"Yes!" he snapped at him, "I am perfectly fine!" Elijah suddenly stopped moving. His breathing slowed to a stop, then picked back up again, the breathes longer than before. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I didn't mean to snap at you like that." Elijah's shoulders loosened, a singular tear slipped from his eye, but he quickly wiped it up. "I'm just a little overwhelmed." He turned to Azael and smiled at him brightly, the singular streak that the tear left behind shined in the light.
Azael blinked at the snap, then nodded. He drowned at the sight of the tear streak. "Oh. Is…is there anything I can do to help?" He asked. "I didn't mean to cause so much trouble for you. I…didn't mean to be here in the first place." He bit his lower lip a little bit, studying Elijah carefully.
"No, there's nothing that you can do… aside from picking out some darn clothes," he replied, gesturing to the box of clothes. His smile was a little sadder than before, but was still genuine. Elijah knew what it was like to end up in the wrong place, to cause so much commotion. But most important of all, he knew what it was like to not get the help that he needed. To go through… as much as he hated to say it, hell and back.
"Don't worry about it, okay?"
Azael nodded, and grabbed some clothes that looked like they would fit. A long sleeve t shirt, and a pair of jeans. "Where can I change into these?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at Elijah. He took a deep breath. He could tell that the human boy wasn't quite okay, but he wasn't going to press too hard, either.
Elijah didn't want to give the angel the complicated directions to the guest bathroom in his house, so he instead directed him to the bathroom in his room.
"All the way down the hall and into that room. Turn left and open the first door you see. You can change in there," he directed. His face suddenly turned serious. "Oh yeah, and don't touch anythin'. Got it?" He didn't like the idea of people looking through his stuff while he wasn't looking. One of the main reasons he lived alone. But even though he warned Azael not to do so, the shorter male didn't what he'd do if Azael decided to ignore it.
Azael nodded. He followed Elijah's directions, and didn't touch anything as he went into the bathroom to change. He changed into the clothes, putting his own over his arm as he came back out. Now in human clothing, he really did look almost like he could fit in, if it weren't for the fact that he still didn't look quite…human. It wasn't one specific thing, that could be pinned down and identified, just, rather, an air of not belonging, of foreignness, that ran as deep as the bones in his body.
(Sorry for the lack of reply, I was a bit busy!)
Elijah sighed deeply. "Good enough," he said. He quickly grabbed the keys to his vehicle and Azael's wrist and rushed out of the door. They had already wasted so much precious time. He practically threw Azael into the passenger seat of the small car, proceeding to get in on the driver side himself. He quickly started the car and pulled out of his evenly paved driveway.
After a few minutes of riding in tense silence, Elijah spoke.
"Do you listen to music?"
(it's fine!)
Azael buckled in when he was pushed into the car, and glanced over at Elijah. "Sometimes." He replied. "When I have the chance. But I doubt that the type I listen to is the same as yours." He shrugged a little bit, running a hand through his hair and looking at Elijah.
Elijah's eyebrows lowered in confusion. He leaned back and his chair a little and sighed.
"Well, now I'm curious. Could you describe what it sounds like to me?" He glanced over at the angel for a split-second, not quite wanting to risk taking his eyes off of the road for too long. Especially with the rain outside and the darkness of the environment itself. It was too dangerous to look away for more than a second.
"Lots of instruments." He replied slowly. "Drums, usually." he thought for a moment, trying to describe them. "Violins and other stringed instruments. Tempo and style varies depending on the composer." he shrugged slightly, glancing at Elijah. "Vocals are…not really very common, though they are sometimes used."
"Hmm, okay. Sounds nice," the human said, pulling the car to a stop at the side of the road near the hospital. He took a deep breath in, then out before speaking again.
"Listen," he warned, "it is absolutely crucial that you follow my every instruction to the 'T', got it?" He looked Azael in the eyes, his irises showing no signs of lightheartedness. The dark area within the car was filled by a tense silence, each breath the two took seemed as loud as thunder ripping through the sky.
