When you Fall in Love with an Angel // OxO // Closed

"You don't have to hide them," Elijah replied, "no one's going to see you anyway." He took in a deep breath and released it quickly. He crossed his arms, a slightly frightened and worried look in his eyes. "You must promise me this," he instructed, pulling Azael down by the collar of his shirt so that their eyes were level, "no matter what, you will keep running. Okay?"

Escape plans. Obviously enough, they can only end two ways, success or failure. But what could constitute as a failure? Both of them getting caught? Only one of them? The answer was clear to Elijah. So long as Azael made it out safely, nothing could be a total failure. His priority was to assure that Azael was not seen, no matter how dangerous.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Just because they don't see you doesn't mean they won't see how you escaped. In case you haven't noticed, these doors don't close the fastest." He was hesitant to tell the plan for he feared that the angel would not approve of it. He pinched the bridge of his nose slightly. "Just, trust me. It will work out fine. I've thought this through." He tried his best to convince the angel of this, all the while trying to convince himself of the same thing.

Elijah's smile was small but genuine.

I'll find a way out of this one, he thought, I just know it. He quietly opened the door of the room. As he suspected, there was someone in there. He breathed in deeply to gain his calm.

"Azael, as soon as I tackle whoever is out there, you need to run. Okay? There is no room for error."

This was an all or nothing situation. One mistake could ruin it all.

Elijah ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it back. He pulled the hood of the hoodie he wore over his head so that not a single green strand was visible. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached into the pocket of the white hoodie. His hand came back out with the very knife he used to pick the door's lock. Never had he imagined doing something so drastic for someone he didn't know. At least, not again.

His breathing calmed as he looked at his hands and the shine of the blade in it. His body no longer trembled as it did before. His lips curled into a wider toxic smile and he looked up, his eyes held a dangerous look. A slight giggle escaped from the lips of the human. Most anyone would describe his look a deranged, but underneath those layers of sarcasm and sympathy, this was who he was.

A few words escaped his mouth before he rushed through the door.

"This is going to be fun."

He tackled the man that stood in the hall and stabbed him three times in each eye. His pupils dilated with a sick joy. He wanted to go for more, but he had just enough sanity left in him to know he could risk it.

He quickly dashed through the cold metal door leaving the poor person bleeding on the ground in agony. He quickened his pace in order to catch up with the angel who was too fast for his liking.

"Hey!" he called after the angel, "Slow down a bit!" Elijah was running out of breath quickly and risked collapsing at any given moment. His head was spinning like crazy and his body shook once again, this time, from adrenaline overload.

Elijah's eyebrows lowered slightly, not in anger, but general curiosity. That wasn't quite the reaction that the human had anticipated. Rather, he expected to be shunned by the angel. He shrugged his shoulders lightly and crossed his arms, his eyebrows raised slightly. His eyes flashed with indifference.

"I'm helping you, not the other way around, remember?" He ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it gently, a few stray hairs falling over across the part in his hair. He stretched a little, a small puff of air escaping his mouth.

"Now, we have to get out of here before authorities arrive."

Eli seemed to have completely ignored the angel's first comment, and only replied to the second. "Um, yeah," he replied, "let's go."

He walked over to his car and unlocked the doors. His breathing steadied once again and his face lifted into a small, less psychotic, smile. He opened his door and crawled into the car. The leather covering brushed cold against the soft hands of the man as he lowered himself in. He adjusted himself, the top of his head reaching just to the halfway point of the head cushion. He extended his clammy hands forward to run them over the smooth, black steering wheel.

Memories of the car flooded through his mind. Both the hot and passionate ones as well as the cold and broken ones. He sat there for a little, rapped within a quilt of nostalgia and sorrow, longing for what had been, but wishing it had never happened. He could have sat there forever, sinking into the leather until his blood ran cold, but alas, he had bigger matters at hand, bigger than the cage he had made for his mind.

A lopsided smile pulled onto his face. Though it was rather uncomfortable, he kept it on. He pulled the stickshift and drove off into a practically empty road. Silence consumed the vehicle.

The human's eyes stayed focused on the road, but narrowed ever so slightly. "I don't want you to leave, but if you are ready to, you're welcome to." His tone obviously took a huge turn. The smile that he had on washed away so quickly that one couldn't even say it faded. His autumn gold hands tightened around the steering wheel. These words. They were spoken before. In that car. A situation so cold, so haunting. He wanted to scream, run, break down in tears, but he couldn't. Instead, he just sat there, his emotions showing in naught but in his eyes, even then, those were practically unreadable. He breathed in and out, each breath steady, aside from a singular shaky one that escaped.

"Yes, Azael. I'm perfectly fine," the human said, his voice was harsh and more than obviously upset. His mind was a mess of things. Something scratched at his throat, a familiar feeling that he did not know. Each word dug into his throat pulling it shut quickly. He couldn't breathe anymore. His blurred as hot tears streamed down his face. He swerved the car to a sharp stop along the side of the road and held his face in his hands, his breathing, though muffled, was still loud and pained. Faint words rasped out from the smaller male's throat, words that could be understood as "I'm sorry."

Elijah sat like that for a while. Shivering with hot tears running down his face. His sob was louder than it ever had been for reasons unknown. He couldn't the urge he felt to hug the angel. He just wanted to be held again. He wanted everything to just be alright.

He unbuckled his seatbelt quickly and practically leaped into the Azael's lap without a second thought. He knew he'd regret this a little later, but at that moment, he did not care. He curled up into a ball and sat there hugging the angel's waist, but for some reason, he no longer cried. He just sat there in comfortable silence.

Elijah leaned against the taller male's chest, feeling the vibration. His breathing slowed down significantly. The sensation of a gentle hand rubbing across his back made him feel safe. He felt happy, peaceful, he felt like… it wasn't going to last. He just knew it. Something would go wrong, terribly wrong. His eyebrows furrowed slightly again, but he did his best to shake it off.

I can't go dumping my wreck of emotions onto him, he thought to himself, he doesn't deserve it.

Instead, he just buried himself a little further in the shirt of the angel. He smelled of blood and sweat, but he didn't quite find himself minding. Instead, he just mumbled soft words into the fabric. "Thank you" being the loudest.

Elijah pushed himself back from the taller boy's chest, running one hand through his own messy, green hair. He crawled off Azael's lap and back into his seat of the car. His face flushed suddenly as he had realized how impulsive that was of him, but he didn't apologize. He knew that the angel would tell him not. So instead, he hit the stickshift and set back onto the road home. As he looked around a little, he noticed that the sky was no longer that eerie starless black of the night, instead, it was gaining a rosy peace colour. The heat of the rising sun reflected on the neglected water drop in the world, making them into a beautiful rainbow.

For a split-second, Elijah felt at peace once more, but panic quickly rose into his eyes. He never finished study for his test, and that test was today. He released a loud grumble. He got no sleep in and barely any studying in. He. Was. Doomed.

Elijah sighed heavily, "Yeah, I'm fine," he assured the angel. He then proceeded to mumble, "but my marks won't be." He had no clue what to do. He didn't study, so he was going to have to go off of his memory. He took one hand off the steering wheel and slightly pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit of his. They soon came to a stoplight and Elijah stretched lightly. He looked the angel up and down, his gaze soon stopping at Elijah's eyes. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in curiosity. His lips parted slightly as if to say something, but nothing but hushed breathing escaped. He shook his head, dismissing the thought that he had and resumed driving.

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They soon arrived back at Elijah's home. To his own surprise, Elijah had locked the door, usually, he would forget something like this. He gave himself a mental pat on the back as he unlocked the door.

The house was, of course, a mess, just as he had left it, but he didn't have time to worry about that. It was 4 AM and he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep yet, but he couldn't even afford to. The risk of oversleeping was too great. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, preparing himself for the morning. He looked at Azael carefully, questions dancing on his slightly raised eyebrows.

He raised one weak and shaky finger as if beginning to ask a question. His skin was deathly pale. He gaped his mouth open slightly to say something, but once again, nothing came out. His eyelids drooped and his knees visibly weakened. He fell forward, hitting the ground with a loud thud. A light snore could be heard coming from the human male.