* clara !
as soon as aidan steps into view , clara grins , practically jumping out of her seat to greet him . “ oooh , yay !! you are officially forgiven for making me wait like fifty seven years . ” she snatches the bag from his hands like a greedy little child , before almost immediately locking arms with him & walking them both out the door & towards her apartment . “ okay , so on today’s agenda we’ve just got a harmless little healing potion . it should just fix anything that’s wrong with your body & give you a teensy energy boost . i know , boring right ?? i just need you to drink it & tell me if it worked . if it works i might be able to start selling it at the shop , you know , if i show up to work . ”
aidan rolls his eyes at her dramatics but the grin on his lips says it’s all out of love. he only has a second to wave his farewell to his co-worker before falling into stride with clara. “ah, that’s not so bad,” he nods as he explains what she has in store for him. “if it works maybe you can sell them as immunity shots or something. humans will just think they’re drinking lemon and ginger.” he offers as a suggestion. aidan nudges her side with his elbow, “if you keep skipping work i’ll stop sneaking you pastries from the cafe. people are counting on you, you know.”
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imessage > aidan.
DOMINIC: nah i think you'd like .. die or something if you tried to help me with that
DOMINIC: it's actually more of a question? a survey of sorts because i don't know that many old old people
DOMINIC: and you're like .. old old right? no offense
DOMINIC: do you like swing music? i know it was popular back in the 20's but i can't imagine people listening to anything but that type of stuff then
DOMINIC: idk this was a stupid question sorry
AIDAN: maybe banished... either way, probably shouldn't test that theory anytime soon
AIDAN: ... yes, i suppose i am /old/ old
AIDAN: oh i love swing :) actually i'm pretty fond of all kinds of jazz. my.. close friend introduced me to the genre way back and it's been a favourite since
AIDAN: we used to come down and go to big parties where everyone gets dressed up and danced to live music, usually swing. humans go wild for a lavish party, it's really endearing actually
AIDAN: no, not a stupid question. what's this survey for? or is it merely personal interest?
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imessage > aidan.
DOMINIC: hey uh
DOMINIC: random question but
DOMINIC: do you think you can help me with something
AIDAN: oh hey
AIDAN: yea of course
AIDAN: as long as it doesn't involve signing human souls away or something aha. what do you need?
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omg i wanted to get replies done bt i’ve been deep cleaning our new house this whole weekend n my eyes r literally closing... gshjfg if i don’t pass out in the next lil bit i’m gna try to work on my drafts !!
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* dominic !
he’s staring again. at the blank tv screen, that is. lounging comfortably on the couch, dominic had been watching an asmr cooking video on youtube before deciding that he needs to shake things up a bit. since turning the display off, however, he has forgotten what exactly he had in mind. whether it be due to his staring or his staring being a result of it slipping his mind, it is unclear. sort of like a hypnosis, his eyelids begin to feel heavy, and he falls into a light slumber without even realizing it. it’s roughly ten minutes later when he jolts awake, hearing a voice that’s clearly not clara’s. “shit, uh…” he pushes himself upright in alarm, both from the fact of a sudden visitor and his identity. “no, you’re… you’re good. it’s fine.” dominic pauses for a moment to plan his next words but merely comes out with, “clara, she… i think she went out for a bit,” he rubs the back of his neck, “unless she came back while i was asleep.” glancing at the door, it seems as though his eyes try to look everywhere besides at whom he is speaking to. “did you need something? i can— i can let her know when she returns.”
it always felt like deja vu when aidan saw dominic. and for the most part it was -- the memories of his soulmate as an angel, alongside him, reside just behind the memories of him as a demon. the memory of dominic’s abrupt eviction in particular, still filled his throat with guilt. at least now he lived with clara. at least this way, aidan can ensure they both had a good home. “sorry,” he says again, “i didn’t mean to wake you.” he didn’t mean to stumble upon him at all, seemingly, as he forgot for a moment that dominic lives here. “ah, that’s too bad,” aidan chews at his inner cheek as he eyes the food he had placed on the counter. “no- no, it’s okay. i just brought over dinner.” he pauses as he debates whether he wants to flee the awkward situation. they still weren’t on good rapport ever since aidan shut him out about a decade ago. although it wasn’t his choice to, aidan still feels like he owes dominic. and more-so, it hurt to have him just be a stranger. “have you eaten anything?” he regards the other with an open expression, “stir-fry tastes best when it’s still hot.”
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* maggie !
time was often believed to make you wiser , but for magnolia that was clearly not the case . one celestial babysitter and a good hundred years later and maggie was still up to her old tricks , the hope that one day she’d finally be able to get away with what she truly believed was her destiny the only thing keeping her going , perhaps making her attempts even more bold in all the years that had gone by . anytime she felt she was close at a successful match in town , like finally her matchmaking luck was turning around , aidan was there to ruin it all . if anything was capable of killing him , the glare maggie was sending him across the expanse of the tree stump might certainly do it . the scene was all too familiar , yet the rage she feels is always fresh . she watches him take a sip of tea , her own cup sitting untouched in front of her , delicate arms crossed comically against her chest . “ yes , i’ve done lots of thinking . i think you’re the biggest party pooper in all of lunehaven . you hate me , you hate fun , and i poisoned the tea ! ” she finishes her tiny rant rather dramatically , stomping a foot for good measure .
being stuck together for so long, you'd think the two would manage to learn to get along. but no, it seemed that whatever they did, it was in spite of each other. aidan nods along to the list of things she has to say about him in her little rant, as if checking off an invisible list. “are you finished?” he raises his brows pointedly. nothing surprises him anymore -- in fact, the umbrella he kept for all the times she made a rain cloud follow him around, sat perfectly beside him on the forest floor. he lets out a sigh as he begins to recite words practically memorized at this point. “don’t you know better than to play with human’s emotions? shouldn’t you be using your special powers for something a bit more useful?” and because he’s tired of sounding like a broken record, he meets her gaze across the tree stump and follows with: “what are you waiting for to happen?” some part of aidan ( though he’d never admit it aloud ) understood where magnolia was coming from. he, too, would like to see humans encompass and share love for one another. but he knew that humans aren’t creatures that could be moulded just like that. they were far more complex than the supernatural gave them credit for. he takes another sip of tea, despite her warnings of it being poisoned. “i think we ought to find you a new hobby. have you ever considered gardening?”
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* clara !
clara taps one of her heels against the floor as her lips twist into a slight frown , a perfect picture of quiet impatience . it’s an expression she’s had a lot of practise with , an expression that has gotten her what she wanted more than once . she knows it has long since stopped working on aidan , but figures she should still show her reluctance of sitting & waiting any way she can .
briefly , she wonders if maybe she should cause some sort of stir to get him to finally walk over & maybe just ditch early for her , but any & all ideas that pop into her head seem too ridiculous & unrealistic for her to even entertain . she’s just beginning to think about talking to his boss & claiming that he has a very serious family emergency with a very fake aunt that he needs to leave work early to take care of , when her phone begins to vibrate .
[ to » aidan 🥰👼🏻😚 ] — 10 …. 10 months ? 10 years ? sure feels like it !
[ to » aidan 🥰👼🏻😚 ] — i might die of boredom in 10 but i’ll try … 4 u
[ to » aidan 🥰👼🏻😚 ] — it’s nothing funky this time, promise !
[ to » aidan 🥰👼🏻😚 ] — just a healing potion
[ to » aidan 🥰👼🏻😚 ] — usually i wldn’t bother with smth this basic
[ to » aidan 🥰👼🏻😚 ] — bt my teacher says i Have to test it b4 hand so
[ to » aidan 🥰👼🏻😚 ] — dw tho!! we’ll get back to the weird ones l8r
aidan wonders if he can leave clara unattended for such a long period of time-- she was capable of causing a scene faster than he could make a cup of coffee. he decides to give her the benefit of the doubt ( she’s waited this long anyways ) before he hears his phone buzz once more.
[ to » clara 💗🌸 ] — no... minutes. 10 minutes
[ to » clara 💗🌸 ] — healing potion? think it’ll cure my fatigue?
[ to » clara 💗🌸 ] — u shld listen to ur teacher clara
he keeps his texts brief because he was suppose to be cleaning, not chit- chatting. aidan focuses on scrubbing down the machines, working as fast and efficiently as possible and not before long- he’s finally done. he disappears to fold his apron and get his things. once he returns, he picks out a couple of the sweets they had on sale and packs them in a small to-go bag. walking over to his best friend, he was almost surprised to see no chaos ensuing. “for your patience,” aidan presents her with the sweets bag. “okay, now i’m all yours.”
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* luella. !
✧.° 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ╱ @rvziels·
with eager eyes, she ponders her reflection once more. after studying herself for so long, she starts to feel like her outfit is not appropriate for the outing. what is one meant to wear to an art gallery opening, anyway ? despite all the years she has spent attending openings, she still has not managed to figure it out. or maybe there is something else causing her to be so worrisome — or someone. aidan is just an old friend, she reminds herself. but he was a lover once, too. she lets out a sigh and shakes her head, a measly attempt at snapping out of it. luella paces from the mirror back to her closet and grabs her favorite miu miu kitten heels. she slides into them and reaches for a purse, slipping a rosy lipstick into the front pocket. already at the door, she glances back at her reflection once more, hoping for perfection. there is no time to be dissatisfied, however. so with a swift motion, she heads out the door and locks it behind her.
after insisting she meet him at his place, she makes the short trip over and knocks twice at his door. she is not fond of simply calling or texting someone to come outside. she much prefers the intimacy of meeting at the door. “ it’s me, lu, ” she adds softly. of course he knows it’s you, he was expecting you, she rolls her eyes at herself. she swallows her nerves momentarily, and cannot help but start to wonder why she is so nervous in the first place. after all, everything that happened between them is history. only friendship remains … right ?
just like it did back then, art brings luella and aidan together. it always has. aidan had switched his closing shift with an opening one tomorrow just for this occasion. there was always a sense of formality at these events-- and so aidan had to dress the part. currently, he was struggling to with his tie. it’s not like they haven’t done this before, so why was he so nervous to see luella tonight? perhaps, simply because, it was luella. the angel he fell in love with once ( or was it more like forever? ). after all, her name is the one that echos in his mind when people ask ‘have you ever been in love?’
as soon as he’s finished tying his tie is when he hears the knock. taking another look in the mirror, he smoothes out his hair and on second thought, ditches the tie. “coming,” he hurries so not to keep her waiting and opens the door, loose tie still in hand. it’s hard not to get lost in her beauty as soon as he sees her. there was something ethereal in the way she always presents herself. “hey. you look...,” aidan searches for a word to describe her but nothing really comes close, “beautiful.” he meets her eyes with a bittersweet gaze. they were still working on redefining their ‘friendship’. “makes me feel like i’m underdressed or something,” he adds with a light laugh. aidan turns to grab his jacket before hesitating and lifting up the tie for her to see. “tie. or no tie? i can’t decide.”
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– Faraj Bou al-Isha (b. 1956), “Wait”
translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa
in: “Poems for the Millennium. Book of North African Literature”, edited by Pierre Joris and Habib Tengour
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* @fairygrdn !
of all the trials and tribulations in his life as an angel, there was one that stood out from the rest-- magnolia kim. for no other reasons other than the fact that she was probably the most annoying being he had ever come across. when the angels had first appointed him as ( for lack of a better term ) her babysitter, he didn’t expect to still be dealing with her antics all these years later.
the scene today was almost comical; seated at a large tree stump dressed with delicate tea cups, aidan patiently waits for maggie to calm down. after causing a scene involving innocent humans in the town square, he had pulled her away from the situation almost as soon as he was made aware of it. though the forest serves as her real home, aidan uses it as a makeshift timeout. “have you had enough time to think about your actions?” he asks as he placidly takes a sip of his tea.
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* orion !
orion could definitely say that white wings is his second home, he frequents this cute cafe more than he is at his own apartment. he loved the calmness of the place, a bonus is talking to aidan. speaking of the angel, there he was, making his way towards orion. his eyes looked up from his poetry book, a soft smile forming on his lips. taking note that he was the only customer there and at aidan’s kind gesture, his cheeks flushed. “share it with me?” he pouted, batting his eyelashes at him for good measure before speaking once more, “very sad in a good way. deep book, it’s pulling at my heartstrings. why is poetry so … angsty?”
when it came to the supernatural, aidan didn’t pay much attention to the other species. his priority has always been ( and always will be ) humans. however, he’s grown quite fascinated by merfolk-- much thanks to orion, probably. “i don’t have much of a sweet tooth..,” he replies but caves at the pout. “okay, just a small piece, then,” aidan imitates a pinch with his fingers as his lips turn up in a small smile. “maybe because it comes from the heart,” he hums in genuine thought. “i think poetry is an attempt to put the weight of your soul into words. or try to make sense of a cruel world. at least that’s what it seems like,” he gives a soft laugh as he finishes wiping down the table. “do you have any recommendations? i want to stop by lunam this week and pick up a few new books. i’m trying to get back into reading more.”
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* @kenopsiias !
it’s not surprising to find aidan at the lune diner. it isn’t very far from white wings and he doesn’t feel like cooking dinner at home tonight. it’s fairly busy and aidan smiles to himself at the image of families and friends gathering in small red booths for a meal. humans like to eat together-- it was one of the many things he admires about them. opting for a solo seat at the counter, he browses the menu. aidan asks one of the waiters for their recommendations but they’re busy tending to another customer and replies that their co-worker will be with him shortly.
drumming his fingers on the counter as he waits, aidan spots a figure coming towards him out of the corner of his eye. he’s about to greet them with a smile before he realizes that it was mavis. the weight of guilt quickly looms over him, the memory of his failure to protect still clear as day. on instinct, he darts his eyes back down and picks up the menu to hide behind it. aidan pretends to deeply analyze the salad section, hoping that mavis wasn’t the waitress her co-worker had sent.
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Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
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* @seraphcs !
being around florence felt like home. and at this moment, aidan was home in his apartment, ( a place he generally reserved for those closest to him ) making a cup of tea for florence, who was busy editing their latest video. clad in comfy sweats, he makes his way over to the desk where she was focusing on her work. aidan gently places his hand on her shoulder-- a silent gesture to get flo’s attention. “time for a break,” he states, rather than asks. it has become second nature, for both of them, to look after each other without much thinking. aidan places the cup on the desk for them before retreating his hand and taking a seat on the edge of his bed. aidan has a lot on his mind and recently, he’s been thinking a lot about the concept of memory. how, as immortal creatures, they remember everything. how it was more of a curse than a blessing. he plays with his fingers, absent-mindedly, before looking up and meeting florence’s gaze. “has this week felt longer to you, or is it just me?”
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* @seaspressure !
when it nears the end of the day, aidan sorts through any leftover pastries the cafe has. the baristas have the opportunity to take them home if anything is about to go bad over night, but aidan prefers to give them to any customers still around by closing time. at this point, only a couple people remained-- one of them being his favourite non-human customer, and the other was a couple that was on their way out. aidan makes his way over to orion with a small plate and places a scone on his table. “it’s on the house,” he gives him a warm smile before proceeding to wipe down a table next to him. “how’s that book you’ve been reading?” he asks, making light conversation.
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* @dxminic !
after a long draining day of both barista and angel duties, aidan seeks the company of his best friend, clara. after texting her and receiving no reply, he assumes she’s passed out in a nap. typical of her. he decides to get a meal to-go, packing one for her as well. by the time aidan’s at the door, he’s hit with exhaustion -- his mind drifting elsewhere.. as if he’s not really here. the thought that clara wasn’t home but her roommate was doesn’t even occur to him as he locates the spare key they keep ( in case of emergencies, namely balthazar ). aidan strolls in quietly, so not to wake clara, and makes it to the kitchen. it’s only when he starts placing the food on the counter that he notices a figure on the couch, much too tall for it to be clara, that realization dawns on him. a sinking feeling immediately washes over him at the sight of dominic. if aidan was sleepwalking before, he definitely was awake now. “oh...... uh, sorry, i let myself in,” aidan hears himself say. “i thought clara was home.”
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