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 Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]

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PostSubject: Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]   Sun Dec 24, 2017 2:31 pm

[[OOC: An AU where people have wings that somewhat correspond to their personality. Literally just that.]]

It was just at the crack of dawn, with the sun just beginning to rise, that Eden slipped out of bed. For a sixteen year old, it was somewhat uncommon to be up so early, but Eden was no typical boy. Despite his semi-popularity he was a loner and much preferred his plants to ... everything else. In truth, he was only popular in high school because his parents were rich and he got a lot of pocket money. (It was a shame for others, therefore, that Eden only really spent his money on his plants.)

His two and a half feet long wings fluttered slightly as he washed up and changed. They were the smallest in school, but stunningly beautiful. Similar to that of a hummingbird, it was somewhat translucent and had yellow, purple, and green streaks. He himself never noticed how beautiful it was, but it was apt that he was attracted to plants, adapted to suit them and them him, much like the beak of a hummingbird was.

Breakfast was quick -- two pieces of toast and avocado -- before he left the kitchen and headed out to the greenhouse.

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PostSubject: Re: Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]   Mon Dec 25, 2017 12:12 am

The freezing night air struck down to the bone, slipping past the black feathers of Arthur's immense wings and chilling him further. The sun hadn't even risen, yet he had been out for over two hours already, searching. Two months ago, his younger brother, Mark, had gone missing—maybe he ran away, maybe he had been kidnapped, maybe he was dea—but Arthur hadn't had a good night's sleep since then, choosing to fly out and search, and his parents weren't doing any better.

He hadn't had a conversation with them about anything besides Mark and the search for almost two months now, and it had begun to affect his own feelings—but that was why he was flying out and searching so much, because maybe if he found Mark his parents could relax and everything could go back to normal and keeping him around would be... worth it. But he was there for Mark, he wasn't flying for himself.

It seemed colder almost, but Art's wings just felt heavier and heavier, and his eyes couldn't stay open, he was so far from a proper landing, so high... his wings stopped working. Cold air rushed past and slipped through his fingers and he couldn't get his wings to work and he was falling and—his back hit something that shattered beneath him and he fell further until hitting the ground, glass caught in his feathers and digging into his hands and legs and everywhere. He couldn't breathe. His whole body shivered, exhaustion mixing with anxiety and grief and he didn't know where he was and everything hurt.

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PostSubject: Re: Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]   Mon Dec 25, 2017 4:35 am

The sun was bright enough to provide direction and warmth and light, but by no means the hottest or brightest it could be, and Eden took in the fresh morning air as he walked to the greenhouses. Only servants and staff were awake, but this was specifically his time and nobody would interrupt him. Even George had his own tasks to complete before they met up later on.

As he opened the door, eyes down, he heard a crunch under his feet and frowned. Glass? He glanced up, then, and saw...

“F***,” he said, eyes widening. “F***,” he repeated. There was mixture of confusion and of fear, both for his plants (were they damaged? We’re they hurt?) and the boy who’d fallen through... “Shit.” Quickly,, almost on autopilot, Eden reached over to the button on the side of the door and pressed it, summoning a servant over. But he did not dare approach the male, did not dare do anything other than stare and hope he wasn’t dead.

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PostSubject: Re: Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]   Tue Dec 26, 2017 12:48 pm

Arthur could taste the blood in his mouth—was it his? Pinpricks ran down his face and he was sure that slight burning sensation in his eye was from blood, but... where was he? With one eye open and the world seeming to double, all Art could make out were blurs of green and brown mixing on top of far off white, and something—someone?—off to the side a few feet away. A muddled sound reached his ears, but the words were lost between the shock and panic.

Arthur's vision had turned blurry mere seconds ago—pain? panic?—and he had no idea who the figure was, no idea where he was, and for a second the searing pain almost made him black out and forget the situation. He had crashed through glass into an unfamiliar place and the only thing he could focus on was the pain, clenching his jaw with a groan.

He began to move some, but the glass started to dig into his shoulder and he once again laid still, chest heaving with every shuddering breath and stinging pain running through his wings. Was he going to die there? How much was he bleeding? What were his parents doing at this time; would he see them again? Through the haze he felt colder liquid trailing down his cheeks, mixing with blood, falling to the ground.

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PostSubject: Re: Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]   Thu Dec 28, 2017 10:53 am

Two minutes passed — long and slow, with Eden all but holding his breath in a mixture of anticipation and fear — before there were footsteps in the distance and the head of a servant popped through the door. There was no hesitation on Eden’s part; this may have been a unique situation he hadn’t planned for — and honestly, who ever expects a boy to fall through the roof of your greenhouse — but it was obvious what needed to be done. Eden may have been a shy, socially awkward guy in school, but if there was one thing he knew, it was how to take care of the broken. Typically, it was plants, but how were people that much different than what he was used to? Surely not too much, he hoped.

“Tanner,” he said, keeping his tone low, and glancing towards the boy. “He fell through... might be hurt... get help and carry him to a guest room — two is free I think — and then call a doctor. Our doctor. Tell him... it’s an emergency. I’ll pay. Don’t tell my parents, okay?” It was interesting, how easily and freely he talked to the servants around his house; he never stuttered or anything with them, unlike when he talked to... anyone else, really.

He turned his attention back to the male, only now that someone else was there daring to step closer. There was blood, on his face and in his eyes and dripping from a corner of his mouth; and there was glass everywhere, crackling under Eden’s feet and in pots and on the leaves of plants; and there was a sense of uncertainty and dread hanging in the air, questions that Eden didn’t want to have to answer. Was the boy dying? Was he hurt beyond repair? What happened? Who was he?

A short while later, two more servants came in, and with a fluttering of their wings lifted the boy out of the mess of soil and blood and glass, carrying him carefully to the guest room. Eden didn’t follow, staying behind to survey the damage. “Tell me when the doctor arrives,” was all he told Tanner before he set to work. The servants would clear the glass, and make sure it was safe, but there were plants on the floor — knocked over when the boy with the massive wings fell, but also some crushed when he landed on them — that needed tending to.

Time passed, as time did, and Eden was only about halfway through the mess when Tanner popped his head in again to tell him that their doctor was now seeing the strange boy, and Eden dropped the trovel he was holding and dashed out to the house, up the stairs, and into the room.

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PostSubject: Re: Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]   Thu Dec 28, 2017 12:08 pm

Arthur could barely register anything beyond the pain and confusion and panic, but he thought there was... someone speaking? Not to him, hopefully; he wouldn't understand them. Then something took ahold of his limbs and torso, but he couldn't struggle lest of cause more pain, and he was already so weak. He was lifted somewhere, finally let down on his side on something incredibly soft; it was so hard to keep his eyes open, and it was so soft, he could just...


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Arthur slowly blinked his eyes back open, vision still blurry, but this time from sleep. The few hours were the most solid he had gotten in the past two months, but the circumstances were decidedly different. A small, silent yawn escaped him, followed by a slight wince from a twinge of pain on his cheek.

There was something on his face, and Art raised a slow hand to feel the stuck object—a bandage? Who would have put that on him? And, thinking about it, why was he in such a comfortable bed? He couldn't make out anyone in his line of sight, so he worked his hands underneath him and attempted to push.

It probably would have worked, if not for the stab of pain shooting through the base of his left wing, forcing out a gasp that morphed to a hiss in between clenched teeth. Had he done something to hurt his wing? How long would it take to heal? How long until he could get back to the search for Mark? Anxiety started to flow back into Arthur's mind at the train of thought, and all he could do was worry, pain forgotten.

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PostSubject: Re: Wings of Love (A Fallen Angel) [Arden AU#3]   Thu Dec 28, 2017 6:46 pm

The boy was asleep by the time Eden got to the room, but he had prepared already, and the servant behind him pushed in the cart he’d requested. Eden set to work.

There was a lot of waiting in between, and Eden alternated between sitting beside the boy, waiting for him to wake up, reading, and adjusting the potted plants he’d placed along the wall. A couple hours had passed by now, and Eden had moved back to the plants.

”No, no. You should go over here,” he murmured, to himself, as he picked up one of the pots and shifted it to the side so it the light streaming in from the window. Sunflowers, he knew, were bright and cheerful. What could be better than that? Next to that he placed the pot of lavenders; they were healing plants, he’d been told, and those would help... right? And of course there were the fig leaves, just for aesthetic purposes, and he couldn’t forget the cacti (they were his favourite, and cheered him up, so surely it would help others feel better too, right?). The array of plants and whatnot lined the windowsill, a couple on the bedside table too, for the scents they would bring. (What was nicer than waking up to gardenia?)

There was a sudden shifting behind him, followed by a semi-muffled yawn, and Eden immediately put down the potted cactus he held and turned sharply. Stepping over to the side of the bed, he pressed the call button for the servant, and the wing specialist, before taking a seat next to the strange boy. “Hey,” he said softly, like he talked to his plants, except this was a person, and he was slightly more nervous. “You’re gonna be fine, a-alright? Just... uh, d-don’t move yet. There’s a-a wing specialist here to see you; he said he couldn’t uhm, d-do much while you’re a-asleep, cos he needs you to like, uhm, talk a-and tell him what’s going on a-and stuff... You... uhm. The d-doctor’s been in and h-he said you’re mostly fine, just uhm, a-a few cuts here a-and there... But your wing’s d-dislocated so, uhm, that’s gonna be the wing specialist’s job... He’s, uhm, on his way...”

He raised his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at it self-consciously, cheeks flushing a little as the door opened and the servant came in, wing specialist on his heels.

Thank god, he thought to himself; he could let the doctor do his thing and not need to talk.

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