001 - Panorama

The hill had been the centrepiece of the town for forever; once the site of a castle that had long since fallen it was now home to a few trees, a forlorn looking lump of overgrown rubble, and a bench.

Vexen didn't remember the bench, actually, but it had been a while since he'd come up here, owing to his state of perpetual misery and consequent inability to enjoy such sights as were offered by the bench's position high on the old castle hill.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Vexen glanced up at his companion, and habitually frowned. Marluxia was leaning on the back of the bench, overlooking the sprawling town below them and beyond it the countryside, barely visible through the mist. The weather was miserable, raining patchily. The sky was covered with clouds, no trace of sunlight even splitting through in the far distance. Marluxia, for all his apparently amazing skills and traits that he always seemed to be boasting or complaining about, didn't even have the ability to check the weather forecast. The moron.

Vexen sighed, shook his head, and turned back to the slowly festering package of newspaper slowly seeping greasy warmth into his lap. He felt like he should eat, but if he unwrapped the parcel it would get wet and be even less appetising than the monstrocity that Marluxia had managed to cook up the other day with what was left in the cupboard. Which wasn't much. And that wouldn't do at all.

Marluxia appeared to have come to the same conclusion, and tutted a little as he squeezed water from the fluff of his wings. Vexen wanted to ask if Marluxia could possibly lower himself to covering him with one of his huge wings, but the angel was stuck up on such a high horse that he highly doubted it. So he turned back to the view that was slowly being engulfed completely by the fog.

"Can't we go home?"

Marluxia spun in a full circle, surveying the situation. Then his face cracked into a wide smile that worried Vexen very much indeed. This was one of those tacking-Vexen-onto-a-mattress-is-a-brilliant-idea smiles, and that was definitely not good news at all.

"No."

Vexen dared not ask as Marluxia closed his eyes and spread his arms and fingertips out as far as they would go, and for several moments nothing happened.

Then the sky seemed to yawn, and a little sparkling circle of sunlight fell into Vexen's lap. He glanced up at the ray of light descending from the tiny gap in the clouds, protecting his fish and chips from the rain. Then, rolling his eyes a bit at this rather pathetic display, he glanced around at Marluxia.

"Damn it," The angel muttered; "This is harder than it looks."

"Why don't we just go home, then," Vexen retorted, shaking his head a little. He was in return given a little grunt and - whoosh - suddenly the clouds opened up like curtains, just about long enough to cover the bench in golden rays. Marluxia climbed over the back, brushed away some water into shimmering, wobbly droplets in the air and then splashes on the floor, and sat down next to Vexen, stretching out his wings in the sunlight.
"That's better."

Vexen glanced up at the gap in the clouds, rather suspiciously bench shaped, sighed, and unfolded his lunch.

"You are so unsubtle."

There was a bit of a childish huff from Vexen's Guardian Angel (in training). "You're welcome, Mr Smart-Arse."

"I thought I told you not to swear."

Marluxia scoffed.

"Fuck that," He said cheerfully, closing his eyes and basking in the sunlight as all around them rain dripped and splashed and poured. Vexen glared at him, went unnoticed, and sighed. Typical that of all the angels in heaven, he had to wind up with this one - adolescent, ignorant, obscene, bad tempered and not to mention far too perverted for his own good. And the worst thing, the absolute worst thing, was that when he wasn't being childish, stupid, rude or fussy, Marluxia was actually kind of sort of a little bit cute.

From my project Broken Wing, in which Marluxia is a guardian angel sent to save Vexen, a suicidal man, from killing himself. With varying success. This can be found on DeviantArt.