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"Alright then, so how do we get you like back to heaven?" Chris said seriously. I'm not even going to ask.
"Alright then, so how do we get you like back to heaven?" Chris said seriously. I'm not even going to ask.
"I'm… I'm not entirely sure…" Nathaniel said quietly, looking away. "I can't fly." He extended his bent wings again. "I crushed my wings when I was younger, so now these are useless."
"Wait so does that mean, you're like stuck on Earth forever?"
"Unless someone who can fly comes along, then yes. I can't get back up on my own."
Chris paused to think for a minute. "Ok, I mean you can use my place then, we always have extra guest rooms and we'll need to come up with Alibi's for you." Chris explained.
"Alibis? What are those? And are you sure?" Nathaniel said nervously. "I wouldn't want to be a burden…"
Chris shook his head. "Its the least I can do, Alibi's are excuses because we can't just say you're an angel because people are going to think you're crazy."
"Well, it's kinda hard to hide giant white appendages that stick out of your back. How do you suggest we do that?"
"Wear a coat," Chris replied. "Can you speak any languages?"
"Latin and English, and some language that doesn't have a name that I know of. The language that angels usually speak. I doubt I'll need that here though. Why?"
"Yes actually you do, we're just going to say that you are native from Romania or probably Italy and that you're an orphan and someone killed your guardian, sound good?"
"Er, alright. No one really speaks Latin, though… I do know Italian, actually, so that might work…"
Chris shrugged. "Its the best I've got." Before he got up to inform the police what happened.
Nathaniel nodded and watched Chris leave, leaving him alone in the room. His heart started picking up its pace a bit. He was terrified of being alone. It's fine… he's just outside, right? You're not alone. There was plaster on his throat where it had been cut, and Nathaniel touched it curiously. Human healing methods are quite different from angel ones…
(Timeskip?)
(Sure, to when?)
(When he gets out of the hospital.)
(Okay, should we go to like, the orphanage or whatever?)
( I think that Chris is like taking him home.)
(Okay, well, it's your turn so do whatever)
( Alright then.)
A few days later, they had released Nathanial out of the hospital, Chris had managed to convince them that he would (do something idk.) He had thrown a coat over his wings and was now walking home, wondering how he would explain this to his dad. Hey dad, I found this angel and now he's staying with us, and he can't fly!
(Lmao yeah pretty much)
Nathaniel walked beside Chris, looking around the city as they did so. He had never really been in a city before, so it was an interesting and new experience for him. He adjusted the coat to make sure it concealed his wings, even though it felt like it was melting him from the inside out. It wasn't a particularly cold day.
(Well I am now officially lost)
(Maybe now you could do your walking around aimlessly? Lol. You could strike up a conversation…?)
Caspian walked around aimlessly
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