Part IV of "Wings" is a bit short... sorry, loves. I almost didn't post at all this week, but I decided to give you another small taste of Keir and Eva. The installment coming this Saturday is sort of a "double feature", though, so hang with me...
“So, where do you live?” I look over at Keir as I voice this question. I got tired of sitting down, and I (momentarily) ran out of questions to ask him… so now we’re walking towards my house.
“With you, obviously,” he says pointedly.
I frown. “Oh. So, you never get any sort of break?” He shakes his head.
“Vacation time?” I suggest.
He scoffs. “Yeah, because if I take off for a week, surely you’ll be considerate enough to stay out of trouble, just while I’m gone.”
“I would!” I exclaim indignantly. Keir just gives me an unconvinced look.
“But, where with me do you live?” Surely not in my room…
“Not in your room,” he says. “I sleep in the hallway outside your door.”
Oh, okay then… “Ah- right.” Then I have a thought. “But what if something happened to me during the night?”
“I would sense it.”
“What if I decided to climb out of the window and run away?”
Keir sighs. “I would sense that, too.”
“Geez. That’s weird.”
“Well, how else am I supposed to keep track of you?”
“Answer this honestly: have you ever thought of putting a tracking device on me?”
He smirks. “You have no idea of the temptations I resist every single day.”
“Hm…” I roll my eyes, trying not to smile.
I have mixed feelings about everything I’ve learned today. The fact that someone has been following me around for my entire life is definitely unsettling… But Keir doesn’t seem to be a stalker; he actually seems pretty nice. And the idea of having a guardian angel is sweet. Also, it’s undeniable that I think Keir is cute. He has straight brown hair that’s just a bit too long… I assume angels can’t get haircuts very often. His eyes are a bright, almost unnatural blue. Maybe that’s a benefit of being somewhat fantastical. His wings are comprised of black feathers, and a few of them have the tiniest hints of turquoise in them. They gleam in the sun, folded neatly behind his back.
“What are you doing?”
I start. Keir is looking at me quizzically.
“Doing?” I say innocently. “I’m not doing anything, just walking.”
“You were thinking about something and smiling, and you kept glancing behind you.”
I shrug. “Was I? Maybe I saw a cat.”
“Mhm…” I can tell he isn’t convinced, but he doesn’t push it. Good call. He might be attractive and for the most part, nice… but he also has an insufferably smug side, and I don’t want him to think I’m admiring any aspect of his appearance. Ever.
Still, I think to myself as we turn into my driveway and head towards the front door, if I’m going to have a guardian stalker, he might as well be a cute one.
Thanks for reading! Have a great day.