45. Dreamy

Isabelle

Lucian had an angry look on his face as he leant over the golden rail. His broad, white wings were giving off an inexplicable aura. The wind blew a few feathers astray.

Lucian, without batting an eye or turning, sensed someone's presence. "What brings you here, my dear brother?"

I couldn't see his face but he also had wings, albeit they were smaller than Lucian's.

"Father is looking for you. He said it had something to do with your touch," the man had such a squeaky voice.

Lucian nodded and the other angel disappeared, though Lucian didn't move an inch.

He sighed, "I'll be right there if it's that urgent." He huffed and turned. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

She laughed, "It's fine." She held one of his blown feathers in her fingers of her left hand. "What's got you in a mood?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," Lucian told her earnestly.

"Says the angel who's basically begging me to worry about him," the woman said.

I could only see her from behind. She had the curliest,