Grace under Fang (Rania Lark X Ekeron)

[Rania Lark]

It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun filtered gently through the trees, and the soft sound of wind chimes danced on the breeze as the leaves shuffled slightly. Suddenly—a shimmer in the air. A cool artificial breeze rustles the roses on the bushes just outside the entrance to the house.

Soft fluttering followed, like feathers brushing the wind. Then—

✧ THUMP. ✧

A petite, pale woman lowered down onto the street. Her body was lithe, covered in a simple white sheath that followed the curve of her petite frame down to her ankles. Her long ebony hair flowed gently in the breeze. By all accounts, she was a beautiful woman, but still otherworldly. Probably because of the large, white, feathered wings that extended out from her shoulder blades. Straightening up, brushing off her white dress with a huff, her soft wings twitched in irritation as they folded back behind her.

She smiled gently, the golden halo placed gently around her head like a crown slightly askew from the trip. Her cerulean eyes sparkled like the morning dew as she looked around, before softly walking towards the door. Moving up the steps, humming a little tune, the angel girl knocked softly on the door, her knuckles making delicate rat-tat-tatting sounds on the wood.


“Emilie? It’s me, Naia! I’m here! It’s been way too long, my friend.”

She paused, wings fluttering softly behind her, waiting eagerly—tail feathers of light gently trailing over the porch.

 

[Ekeron]

Not a moment after the knocking came, a chirper voice came from the other side of the door, some distance away from it.
"Naia! One moment, just one second please!"

There would be silence for a moment before the sound of steps came rushing closer to the door, which swung open and revealed a taller woman, moist hair falling down the sides of her face, with a pair of massive ears poking out from the top of her head. As she rushed to hug Naia, she wrapped her own wings around the angel, much smaller, black and leathery rather than the pure white feathers of the angel, offering a rather drastic contrast.

"Oh my god Naia! I knew I recognized those wing beats. It's been too long. How has my guardian angel been?!"

The bat girl spoke quickly and excitedly, lingering on the hug for a couple extra seconds. She was dressed in a fluffy white-hemmed poncho over a black top, sleeves going over her hands with the thumb poking out, wearing a grey skirt and black thigh highs and knee-high platform boots. A rather curious mix of gothic and cute comfort. And as she broke the hug, her wings fluttered, a massive smile as golden eyes met cerulean.

"Come in, come on in. Please." She stepped to the side, ushering her guardian angel into the home.

"I'm sorry to leave you waiting at the door. I got stuck at work and was only now finishing getting ready. I knew I had to cook your favourite meal after I got your text that you were in town, and figured a shower was also for the best, can't meet you looking like this while I am wearing dirty scrubs, now can I?"

Emilie offered a small laugh as she guided Naia into the living room, closing the door behind them and offering her a seat. "Do you want anything? A drink? A snack? I got your favourite ones from the store just yesterday~"