I found this in my drafts
May or may not continue the father paul x angel fic 👁👁
It's dark inside the rectory, the only light coming from the candles scattered around on various surfaces. The storm rages on outside, the wind and rain battering the windows violently. The power went out hours ago, but Father Paul isn't worried, he has his books and the other half of a bottle of whiskey to keep him occupied. He sits on the small couch with a favorite book, pouring yet another glass. His vision blurs as he turns the page, suddenly a loud thud on the roof startles him. He looks up at the ceiling automatically, a split second later there was another thud on the ground outside.
He gently put the book down and got to his feet, staring at the door. Something compelled him to go look outside to investigate the noise. What he would find he wasn't sure, he thought it was nothing, but best go and check...
He staggered and opened the front door and looked out into the rain. There was something white laying on the ground, his eyes adjusted and he realised it was likely a person. Wasting no more time he ran out of the door to the mysterious figure. As he got closer he realised it was an unconcious woman wearing what looked like a costume, a white dress and angel wings. He quickly looked up and around to see where she fell from, nothing was obvious apart from a tree a short distance away. It didn't make sense, a woman in a costume on the ground in such a storm.
Fighting his mild drunkeness, he scooped her up and he carried her inside, laying her down on the couch. Grabbing some paper towels from the kitchen, he wiped the mud away from her face. She was beautiful, of indeterminate age with her soft features and smooth skin. Reality shook him awake from his haze.
"Dr...I should call Dr Gunning" he said softly to himself. The signal on his phone showed zero bars, the single phone mast must be down. In any case it was too dangerous to ask Dr Gunning to come out in such a storm. The woman stirred on the couch, she was coming around. He knelt by her side as she opened her eyes.
"....where am I?" She said aloud.
"You're in my rectory. I brought you inside, you had a nasty fall...I think. How are you feeling?" Father Paul replied softly.
"My head hurts but nothing too serious" she winced.
"I'm glad to hear it. I hope your wings aren't broken. Did you make them yourself? They're very impressive, very realistic. But what were you doing out in the storm?" He asked.
The woman was stunned into silence.
"You can see my wings?" She asked slowly
"Yes of course, they're- How rude of me, let me get you some ice for your head" he said standing up and crossing the room to the kitchen.
The woman looked down at her body, her dress was wet and dirty from the fall. This wasn't part of her plan at all. A human could see her angelic form. Her mind was conflicted, he believed they were fake but she wouldn't be able to keep that lie for very long. She decided she had to tell him the truth. The fact that he could see them meant something. She stood up from couch an turned to face him, her wings out stretched.
"They're not fake" she said quietly.
"Hm?" Was the reply. Father Paul turned around to face her, catching the full glory of her beautiful feathered wings which seemed to have a warm golden shimmer. He managed to say "oh" before passing out and collapsing to the ground.
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Sunlight beamed through the bedroom window waking Father Paul. He opened his eyes and realised he was in bed but still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His head hurt, a reminder of drinking too much whiskey last night. He sat up and remembered the "angel" he saw. Thinking for a few seconds he waved the thought away, putting it down to a delusion caused by the tiredness and alcohol. He got out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, the water slowly warming up. He was glad to have the power back on. He brushed his hair and undressed himself, stepping into the refreshing water.
Half way through washing his hair the shower curtain suddenly pulled back. Used to being totally alone in the rectory he cried out at the violation. It was the angel-no, woman, from last night. Only, she wasn't a woman, it certainly wasn't a delusion. Her wings were as clear as day. He stood there mouth open, not being able to get a single word out. She looked at him dead in the eyes with a curious expression.
"What are you doing?" She asked
He didn't respond. He didn't know what to say. Before any words came to mind she took off her dress and stepped in with him.
"Is this what humans do? Get wet in the morning? Why do you get wet inside when you have wet outside? Water falls from the sky but you have wet in your house. Why?" She's said quickly.
He stammered, his mouth agape. He snapped back to reality and tried to cover himself with the shower curtain but it wasn't really working.
He snapped back to life and closed his eyes tightly, averting his gaze from her naked form.
"Please put your clothes back on!" He finally managed to get out.
"Why?"
"Please...Just...it's not decent. I'll answer any questions you have. Just please get dressed"
She stepped out of the shower and slid the white dress over her head, slits at the back accommodated her wings. Father Paul opened his eyes and turned off the water, still covering himself with the shower curtain. They stared at each other, neither one daring to speak first.
Eventually Father Paul broke the silence.
"Are you real? What are you?" He asked
"I'm an angel" she smiled.
"...my guardian angel? Oh god am I dying?" He asked with great concern.
"Pfft no. To the first question anyway. I'm not a guardian angel, not yet" she sighed "I still have years left before I can rank up. I'm more like an angel intern. I help out where I can"
Father Paul looked like he was about to pass out. The angel reached out her arms
"Please don't fall to the ground again! That was scary"
"You're telling me that you're a real angel. An angel in my house. I have so many questions! What happens when-"
She shushed him. "Ssh! I have so many more questions than you could ever imagine"
