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Randal’s hand was cold in his own, the chill creeping along ver palm like it was trying to reach his bones.
Not that ve cared, it felt nice, if anything.
A stark contrast to the warmth of his own body and the cloying heat of this stuffy, old building. It was sort’ve like putting an ice pack on your head after being outside too long.
A relief, a welcome, blissful relief.
The wings on ver head fanned out, fluttered, trying to clear any odd thoughts manually, perhaps? He could never truly tell.
“Awesome,” Ve muttered, sounding far too awestruck. Try again. “Awesome.”
And Randal crooked his head to the side, screen flashing with his own thoughts and oh god, save ver, he should not be this cute.
[ Did you have somewhere in mind? ]
Ah, shit, right, Vanity had to put actual thought into this. Fuck.
“Well, uh, baby steps? Let’s get out of here, first. Get you used to the sun.” Ve paused, thinking. “Have you been in the sun before?”
Randal froze, which sparked a great deal of concern before, no, let him clarify, he has.
[ I think so. There are a few broken windows that let in the sunlight. I like staying near them. The warmth is nice. ]
Maybe he could do something with that. Ve had a few ideas stirring, bubbling up, in his brain already. Ve’ll let those simmer for now.
“That’s good! Any exposure is good exposure, I think. How about bright lights?”
Another head tilt. [ What about them? ]
“Just, uh, can you handle them? They won’t be too much for you?” That’s a good place to start. They could always wait for dawn if daytime proved to be too much.
[ I’m not sure. It’s not exactly the brightest in here, if you haven’t noticed. ]
A chuckle, huffed through gritted teeth.
“No, believe me, I have. We’ll be cautious then. So, uh—” Right. Still holding the computer boy’s hand. Hey, no, don’t tighten your grip—
“Ready to go?”
Randal was hesitant, his own tail, that Vanity had just now noticed, tucked in. He seemed to shrink in on himself, shying away, but not letting go of ver hand.
[ As I’ll ever be. ]
And, yeah, he’s sure that if ve was able to hear the tone associated with those words ve’d point out how unconfident Randy was, but, no, he’ll just go along with it.
Hand in hand, ver wings began to beat a tad stronger. A steady rhythm that brought them ever higher into the air.
He totally didn’t have to grab Randal from underneath his armpits.
Totally.
Hauling an entire other being as ve flew was— Shockingly a lot easier than he’d thought it be.
With all eight pairs of ver wings flapping, he really should’ve expected it to be less troublesome.
I mean, ve had eight pairs of fucking wings.
Right. Right, he was very out of shape though. Ve didn’t have much time to sit and ponder lest he wish to drop ver new friend.
Up and out of the same skylight he’d come in through, zipping around as fast as ve could manage with the extra weight tagged on. Not that Randal added much, no.
Again; he’s just out of shape.
Quick scan around once they’re out, and, oh, would you look at that.
A willow tree perched at the top of a hill, the now setting sun painting the horizon with a plethora of hibiscus-hued strokes.
Perfect.
Short flight too, barely a couple of minutes before ve’s landing. He took extra caution in setting Randy down, steadying the other on his feet before lowering verself to the ground.
Ever the gentleman. Gentle-thing?
He still hadn’t figured that out yet. Ve had plenty of time. More than he could keep track of really.
Nevermind that.
Randy seemed— Hesitant. Stiff in his movements as he stalked towards the willow tree. He didn’t seem to be fully robotic.
Was he?
“Y’know, my mom almost named me Willow.” That got the other’s attention, a head tilt of acknowledgement, but still something.
“My deadname, I mean. Vanity and William are both hand chosen by yours truly.” And, yes, ve did have to accentuate that point with a bow. If his wings spread in tandem then so be it.
[ Deadname? ]
“Oh, yeah, like, the name my parents gave me before I discovered I didn’t wanna be my assigned gender? Transitioning? You do know what being trans is, right?”
Randy began to nod his head quite aggressively at that, ve could only assume he was offended.
[ Of course I do, but I didn’t know angels were able to do that. Or that they had mom’s. Or that they even existed before today. ]
“Ah, well, you’ll learn a lot more if ya stick with me. See a lot more.”
The other’s screen displayed three dots, animated as though someone was typing. Did he do that on purpose?
[ You avoided the point. ]
“Did I? Oh, if you mean those questions-not-questions, then, hm—” Y’know what? He’s new here! Ve might as well make a grand introduction.
“I’m not exactly an angel angel, catch my drift?” Randy shook his head.
“I’m a special case, a certain kind, I am an angel by all intents and purposes, but when you get down to it? It’s more a form, than anything.” Then he laughed to verself.
“It is a form, actually. No questions about it.”
[ So, you have other “forms” then? ]
He gave another curt nod, approaching Randy, light-footed, steady. Ve knew he didn’t need to, but it felt right.
“That’s the gist of it! I’m the most recent and the one that will be— Present. As of now. There were others before me, and they’re still around, but it’s mostly me.”
Huh. That’s a new reaction.
A pixelated emoji, nodding its head, displayed on the other’s screen.
Then Randy turned back to the willow tree, palm flat on the rough bark. And he began to stroke it, looking as if he were calming a beast.
But, no, that imagery didn’t fit him all too well.
No, no, no.
He was analyzing, yes, that’s it.
He was using any sense he had to his advantage to discover more.
He was taking note of the wood grains, charting the paths carved out by bugs, gathering splinters in the very tips of his fingers for the sake of learning.
“Hey, care to look out on the horizon for me?” Randy’s attention snapped back to him, a spotlight of focus shining bright.
He did what was asked of him, coming to stand beside his new— Friend? Acquaintance? Whatever he viewed Vanity as.
And, fine, okay, whatever, ve might’ve used his wing as a canopy of sorts. For Randy.
He was being courteous.
I mean, ve was! It was the guy’s first sunset, first time being outside in oh-so long, first time with this much fresh air and— It was his first time on a lot of things.
Surely it helped to lighten the load on his processors just a tad?
As for his reaction? Randy was positively starstruck, frozen apart from the wagging of his tail, that Vanity had just noticed.
And, wow, his wings really had a mind of their own today!
Huddled in the small shelter provided by them, all white feathers and eyes, ve got to watch as the buffer on the other’s screen ebbed away.
“All present and accounted for, Rands?”
It had rolled off his tongue so naturally, almost instinctively, a joke so out in the open, so unguarded.
Ve hadn’t expected an answer of an almost similar nature.
Randy, slowly tilting his head up, slowly bringing his cameras or whatever he sees out of to meet Vanity’s eyes, screen blinking.
[ Show me more. ]
Who was he to deny such a kind request?
