Kid Flash.

I'm Kid Flash, as lame as that sounds I did stand in front of the mirror saying that.

I had no problem learning about history, I had no problem learning about anything.

I speak as many languages as they have written about. I can speak them, read them, write them.

But I don't know how to describe Angel.

Let me start with this.

Beautiful.

Blonde hair, wavy and short, cut diagonally to his chin.

Blue eyes, clear, as if like his name he is an angel, sent from god. Sent to do what, I don't know.

Body, fit though not in a beefy way like Kon. Slim, perfect.

Face, when the light hits his face, pale in all it perfect glory.

Lips, soft, as devout in prayers as love.

His Wings. Wings that sprouted out of a scarred back, proof that there is a god.

But maybe I should start with Gabriel. The boy he was.