Thread: Stay Grounded WHO: Ambriel and Davian WHEN: Sometime this week WHERE: Outside the chapel
The last time he'd managed to convince Ambriel to meet him, Davian had bailed out. He wasn't afraid of the angel, he told himself. He was just... well, he was just afraid of the angel. More than that, he was afraid of his reaction to the questions he wanted to ask. Davian knew himself pretty well. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist rubbing it in to Ambriel the things he had done recently and the things he hadn't done that would just further the angel's perception of his demon nature. Still, thanks to Caleb being a dickwad and everyone and their dog going out into the world on cool trips and journeys and shoving it in everyone's faces on the journal systems, Davian's mood had gotten steadily worse and worse.
He felt things now, and he hated it.
Davian knew Ambriel visited one place pretty regularly, especially in the early morning. The angel had his ridiculous prayers or devotions or whatever the Hell he did in the chapel, so that was where Davian went to run into him. Maybe Ambriel would even be in a better mood after his stupid oblations and would hear him out. Despite Davian not believing initially that Ambriel was in fact a real honest to God - or to some being - angel, the winged boy had steadily proven his aptitude at not only Bible references but consistent just judgement on everyone, not just the only demon on campus. Davian liked fair treatment. He liked everyone hating everyone equally. He didn't like to be singled out. Davian figured he was fair enough in his dealings with others, treating them all the same, that they could at least show the same courtesy. But that was rarely the case. And even if it was, even if someone gave him the time of day, it didn't last for more than a few weeks at best.
Whatever.
Davian smoked outside the chapel, crouched down against the wall with his knees up and his tail swaying as he waited for sign of the white winged angel boy so he could corner him for some questions. He had given his word that he wouldn't enter the chapel, and he was bound to keep it. That was how it worked. The likelihood of this ending in another terrifying flight around the school grounds was real enough to keep Davian reminding himself that he'd tread softly. Ambriel was easily angered and Davian really had no desire, ever, to kiss the sky again - even if he dreamed sometimes about the sensation of flying through the air both in and out of Ambriel's arms.