Shaggy gave her a look, “It’s self defense. Like you do what you gotta do to prevent tickle attacks.” He triumphantly smiled and bit his lip—thinking he’d stopped her until she went for his wrists, “This us went in a different direction.” He grinned and laughed again as she went after his cheek. He knew what he could do but he wasn’t going to try it at the moment. Forcing his lips to stay closed, despite the urge to laugh, he tried the ventriloquist trick he’d pulled several times to escape from one of the criminals who’d been chasing him. He wasn’t sure that it would work but it didn’t hurt to try, “Like watch out or I’ll get you from behind.”
“Is it? Well I’ll have to remember that.” Trill giggled over his laughter and pulled back from the loud kiss she’d given him. Noticing that his lips weren’t moving but there was a voice coming from somewhere, she quickly glanced over her shoulder to look around. Her hands moved away from his wrists and down his arm a bit, grip looser.
"Exactly! That’d just be wasting one helluva gift!"
“It would be, right? Just gotta make sure no one comes by and shaves them off in the night. Now that’d be a tragedy!”
Puss walked towards her, panting before sitting down under the shaded tree, “How about we stop? I’m a little tired.”
Trill followed him over and nodded, stretching her arms up a bit and feeling her hands brush against a low hanging branch. “Yea, sounds like a good idea. Thinking about having a nap?”
The human was fast, and keen on defending itself. He wasn’t so much surprised by her reaction, it was the type of weapon she was wielding that bothered him. Hands still open towards her he lifted them slightly higher. He needed her to see that he, in earnest, meant her no ill will - at the moment. He turned his focus away from her, gathering the rest of the sights of the forest they stood in as she spoke.
"You have nothing more than my word that I will not," he uttered flatly.
Why had acts of kindness become seen as dangerous these days? Holding still he dared to glance at the hilt of the weapon in her possession. The angel steadied himself on his feet, looking at the woman who was keen on keeping him on edge.
"Heaven and Earth.”
Those two realms should at least still be connected in some respects, and if he could keep a strand of that fiber alive, he would.
"Look, miss - " he began, lifting his head a little to try and pry the contact of the blade from his throat.
"My name is Hayyel. I was following one of my brethren here. I mean you no harm."
Trill released a sob, her hand unsteady on its hold of the blade as she watched him through her blurry vision. She’d been let go, her vessel duties at their end. But what did that mean for the deal she’d made with the angel? What did that mean for her dad? She’d thought that she’d be a vessel forever was what she’d figured at the time, but now everything had changed.
“O.. okay.” There was nothing she could do anyway, she had no energy to use it to attack, she had to trust him at this point. Staring at him in awe as he answered her question, she blinked back tears, “Heaven and Earth? I didn’t think many of your kind believed that was both worth fighting for.” Ananchel had seemed to be on the fence, siding with her brothers and sisters over humanity.
Lowering the blade to the ground in a show of trust, she still kept her hand clamped around the hilt. “Hayyel? I’m…” Thinking of her name forced a memory forward of her dad and she shut her eyes, lowering her head, “Trill. I’m Trill. You were following Ananchel. She’s gone now. She left me here. No explanation. And I…” Looking back up at him she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I believe you, okay? I’m sorry. I just… this wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to be here.” I’m not supposed to be alive…
It was always best to come clean. Well, it felt best anyway. He wasn’t very good at keeping secrets anyway. The capacity and drive to lie was still a foggy concept to the angel anyway, and it was one that he wasn’t keen on learning.
"Yes - uh - until I gather myself and figure out exactly where I am."
He hadn’t been in this area in a while and with how humans managed to change things so quickly. Buildings, bridges, lumber…
"I haven’t been here in a while,” he said as he stepped closer, lowering his tone as if he didn’t want anybody else to hear.
“Well, I can actually help you there. You’re in Ohio, in a bed and breakfast,” Trill informed him with a small smile. There was a growing familiarity about the man that she couldn’t put her finger on, it was like trying to itch at a spot on your back you couldn’t reach. Why she couldn’t place him, she didn’t know, but the feeling was there.
“No?” she asked, her own voice lowered to his level of tone. “That’s okay. You can take all the time you need to become reacquainted with the place again. Want me to get a room ready? I could put some supper or tea on if you’d like.”
The essence of his siblings was hard to mistake. The song of it ran through him, even at a distance. The resonance pulled him, even as it quickly faded into mere echos. Hayyel gathered the strength in his wings, gently plucked at fibers of grace that laced celestial tendons and propelled himself towards his sibling’s song. And yet even as he listened now, he knew he was too late.
Calloused fingers ran the length of his face, slipped over the budding hairs that sprung from his cheek and chin as he walked between the trees. Hayyel looked around, mortal eyes giving nothing of use to the whereabouts of his sibling. Who were you? Hehad seen any of them in an age, or at least a solid century. His other senses held true.
A strained voice caught his attention. Hayyel held firm to his spot, only turning his head to locate the speaker. It took a few seconds for him to spot her among the brambles. He moved to speak, paused, and quickly shut his mouth again. Human. Out here? No that couldn’t be wise on their part. Approaching slowly he fanned his fingers, and started to crouch. He kept his movements focused and slow. There wasn’t any reason to cause her any more duress.
Trill could see the figure getting closer, could hear them moving through the grass and leaves. They weren’t human, she’d heard the wings recognized them from her own experience with an angel. But friend or foe? She knew the answer wasn’t an easy one especially with the way things were. Backing up a bit her hand hit something cold and sharp and she quickly curled her fingers around it. An angel blade? Ananchel had left it?
“Sto - ” she began to say just as he cut her off and spoke. “ – p.” Bringing the blade up and holding it at the hilt, she raised it to his neck, tears sliding down her cheeks as her hand shook, the weapon trembling, “How do I know you wont hurt me? Who’s side are you on? Earth, Heaven, or Hell?”
Trill had woken up surrounded by forest in all directions, her memory of how she’d gotten there was unclear and choppy. Instead she focused on hiding afraid that something was wrong, that what had happened wasn’t a good sign. Though her stomach was empty and growling, giving away her location to anyone or anything in the surrounding area.
A flutter of wings caught her attention and she squeezed her eyes shut backing further into the underbrush and her hiding spot. “Please go away. Please, please…” Tears swelled in her eyes as she thought of how defenceless she’d be if there was an attack. “Please, please.”
She could make out footsteps and she quickly drew her legs up wrapping her arms around them tight. Maybe they’d just go away…
Oblivious to the signs posted on the property, the angel had just wandered in. The establishment looked, cozy. He hadn’t meant to startle the woman. He wet his lips, and slowly took a step backwards. The angel adverted his eyes for a moment, busying his gaze with admiring the styles set in place in hopes she would calm again.
"I’m afraid I don’t…I must have missed something."
There was a considerable amount of worry building that he might actually be trespassing.
Trill watched him for a moment and began to wonder if he might have been lost or something. It had happened a lot back in her house in Wales, which was partly why she’d wanted to open a B&B in the first place. Noticing him step backwards she held up a hand and smiled.
“No. No, it’s okay. This place is pretty close to being open anyway. Were you looking for a place to stay?” There was something very familiar about him that she couldn’t place.