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.
Azael looked at Elijah, blinking. "What? Oh. Yes, of course." he replied slowly. "Don't worry about it." he wasn't sure why Elijah was suddenly so serious about this. Azael had been planning on following the human boy's lead. He bit his lip slightly, studying the human male carefully.
His brows furrowed slightly, but he proceeded nonetheless. He opened the car door and stepped out carefully. A puddle right next to his side of the car slightly wetted his shoe. He sighed lightly and slammed closed his car door and may way for the hospital. Going around to the back rather than entering through the front. He unzipped his coat pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a screwdriver and a pin. This wasn't quite Elijah's first time breaking into a build, and that wasn't something he was proud to say, but if he did have anything, it was experience.
He knelt in front of the back door, his knee caps slowly becoming wet just like his shoes. He gently began to pick the lock, being careful not to break his utensils. Though, as careful as he may have been, his hands were shaking as if he were cold, but he wasn't. It was obvious that he was nervous, and scared too. He didn't know what was waiting beyond those doors, what kind of trouble or punishment. He could be will himself to be optimistic anymore. He tried to call himself down by chanting quietly to himself, "everything's gonna be alright. It all is gonna be just fine."
Azael followed Elijah quietly, eyes flashing around before tracking what Elijah was doing. He frowned a little bit. "Do you…want help?" he asked slowly, studying the human male's movements. Azael knew that what Elijah was doing probably wasn't legal, but he couldn't bring himself to really mind. This wasn't his world. With any luck, he'd be able to leave within the week. He needed to be able to fly to be able to get home, and then hopefully he wouldn't ever have to return here.
"N-no. It's fine," Elijah assured the tall angel as he worked on the lock. He began deep breathing and his hands steadied some, but they were still slightly shaky. He leaned against the door to get a better listen and heard an unlatching sound. He smiled slightly and twisted the doorknob, cracking the door open carefully.
The human carefully watched for any motion beyond the doors but noted none. He motioned for Azael to follow him inside. He carefully and quietly crept into one of the vacant rooms and looked around carefully.
Azael nodded a little bit, and followed Elijah silently. His feet didn't quite seem to touch the ground, as if he were somehow still flying, even without his wings. Which he wasn't, he just…seemed to have that grace still. His eyes examined the room carefully, not quite trusting.
(I think Imma head out for today, I'll reply whenever I can next.)
(okay)
Elijah searched through the room quickly, mainly concerned with getting out of there fast and undetected. He found cotton stockinette.
"Bingo!" he said, smiling, "now let's take care of these bones. Spread your wings." Elijah had only dealt with arms and legs before this, and at that, not even real ones. Just fake ones for practice. So these wings were going to be a big project for him, and he knew that no matter how careful he was, this fracture reduction was bound to hurt the angel, even if only a little.
Azael pulled the shirt off, then closed his eyes. The marks where the wings were glowed, then his wings slowly appeared again, filling up the room when they were spread, before he closed them. He winced a little with each movement, the damaged bones of the one wing making each little shift painful. "Do you need me to spread them, or closed?" He asked, opening those brilliant blue eyes of his, and looking at Elijah.
Elijah stood for a moment, staring in… who knows what it was. But all he knew was that he couldn't stop staring, that is until the question registered in his mind. "U-umm, closed is fine." He said walking around and behind the angel. He examined the bones carefully before taking action. He ran his hand over the fragile bones of the wings, pushing each one gently back into place. Elijah's green eyes were blank and focused dead on the large wings in front of him.
He soon began wrapping the wound in cotton stockinette. "So," Elijah spoke after some awkward silence, "what do you do for… fun?"
Azael stiffened a little as Elijah worked on his wings, clenching his jaw. At the question, he shrugged. "I read. Draw, sometimes." He replied slowly. "But I don't have much free time." Between training, and fighting, and bleeding, and doing everything he possibly can…Azael didn't get much of a chance for free time. Which was good. His mind did strange things when he wasn't focused.
"Ah… I see." He soon finished the cast for the first wing and began working on the other, all the while, whistling a cheery tune. He swayed his head side-to-side gently, his hair shifting with every movement. He felt oddly more comfortable than he did before, despite the illegalness of their situation. He moved around practically carefree aside from the focus that he held on Azael's wing. He knew their plan of escape, everything was actually working out. The human couldn't have been happier than he was at that moment.
Azael held still, twitching and shifting a little bit as Elijah worked. He took a deep breath, and glanced back at Elijah. "Thank you. For everything." He said softly, eyes following Elijah for a moment, before flicking around the room again.
Elijah stopped suddenly. "O-oh. No problem," he assured the angel, finishing the second wing. Now the only thing left to do was get out of there unnoticed. Which, obviously enough, seemed easier said than done. He looked around the room before coming up with his master plan. Leaving through whence they came.
He lead Azael over to the door of the room and turned around. He looked the taller male dead in the eyes, his eyes deathly serious. "You trust me at least a little, right?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips.
Azael stood straight again, looking down at Elijah cautiously. "Yes, I suppose so…why?" he asked, looking at Elijah. "And should I hide my wings again?" he glanced back at the white, feathered wings that hung from his back, then at Elijah again. He put his hands in his pockets.
