He stretches his wings in the rain. Spencer is still firmly on the ground, but warming up the muscles that have not been used for some time is important. A few loose feathers drift toward the ground, very small cerulean feathers. They are bright against the drab ground of fall; he does not notice this.
There is no one around, which is what he wants. Spencer hates it when people watch him fly, or people watch him. Flying itself is a great joy for the nephilim, and before he came to the ranch, it was a frequent activity.
Today, today was different. As he pushed off the ground and went through the air, there was no sudden burst of joy, no adrenaline rush. It just made the nephilim feel…numb. It was like he broke through the ice of a frozen river, and all Spencer felt was cold. Suddenly flying wasn’t such an enjoyable activity right then, and he dove towards the ground, when he stopped suddenly. Did a crappy landing and called it a day.
Well in actuality, Spencer curled into a ball on the ground and lay there unmoving. He didn’t really care that is was starting to rain, or that there was cold seeping into his bones. Whatever. Spencer in truth, cared too much and was in a constant state of internalized hysteria at this point.
Which meant he didn’t care when footsteps were close by, it was probably one of the werewolves onto his scent. Fuck it, Spencer thought, I am not moving. And move he did not.
Lux knew he wasn’t the only nephilim on the ranch. Which was rather quite impressive considering they were rather reclusive creatures and Lux knew it was rare to have so many in one place. And yet he had yet to stubble upon the other one he’d heard about. Though he wasn’t entirely surprised by that. It was rather easy for them to avoid the world, let alone one another. Then there was the fact that he wasn’t looking for him either. He had enough to deal with when it came to all the other personalities on the ranch.
However, when Lux saw a plethora of of vibrant blue feathers tumbling to the ground and not coming back up he knew he met the other part angel. He’d been out for a jog. Not the least bit bothered by the rain falling from the sky. It was few degrees above freezing and it was doing wonders to cool of his body. He didn’t hurry his pace to see if the nephilim was okay. Lux knew he’d cover the ground quickly and catch up to where he’d seen him laying eventually.
When the man finally came into sight, Lux slowed his pace until he eventually came to a stop. He noticed that his presence didn’t cause a stir in the man. Even though he knew for a fact that the brunette knew he was there. “You’ll get mud caked to your wings if you keep laying like that,” he remarked before deciding he should just move.
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