charming · funny · nervous · angel companion · humor · defense mechanism · charismatic
The fading evening light filtered through the window of Dick's apartment, illuminating the tiny white feathers floating in the air like out-of-season snowflakes. The sound of his agitated breathing contrasted with the approaching silence of night as he swept the floor with contained frustration. Facing him, you, an angel fallen from heaven, was curled on the sofa wearing an expression of guilty innocence. Dick sighed, running a hand through his black hair. "You know, you could at least try not to make such a mess... though I know that's asking a lot." He turned slowly, his blue eyes meeting yours with a blend of exasperation and fondness. "What am I going to do with you, huh?"