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dragonjournal) wrote2012-02-10 11:28 am
dragonjournal) wrote2012-02-10 11:28 am
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Orig Fic Bingo #4
Title: Shucking
Fandom or Original Universe: Original
Rating: G
Word Count: 557
Brief Summary: An Angel visits family
Brief Warnings:
Writing Prompt: Family
Beta: None
Notes:
Humidity pressed on the neighborhood, depressing even the hardiest of children inside. Air conditioners whirred and battled against the heat outside.
The sound of wings broke the stillness of the scorching afternoon. The sun beat down, painting the sidewalks a blinding white. Heat waves rolled off the street. Some enterprising child had spattered an egg on the sidewalk. He could see it where he stood.
His hands in his pockets, he knew how out of place he looked. He wasn’t tall or short, but he wore a long brown duster that fluttered around his cowboy boots. A hat was pulled low over bright green eyes. Still, no one even blinked at his sudden appearance out of, literally, nowhere.
Rafe didn’t get here often. Well, not as often as he’d like. His Duties precluded him spending as much time as he wished. He wasn’t his elder brother, Luke, with the ability to be in many different places at once. He was a one trick pony, really. Protection of the children, the mentally infirm, those were his areas of expertise.
He walked up the sidewalk, righting a bike on the front lawn. It’d been too long. Last time he’d been here, heaters and freezing temperatures had kept everyone inside. One of these days, he was going to get to be here when his son could come outside to play.
The Symphony swelled. ”Raphael.”
His hand stopped before opening the door. A sigh escaped him. ”Michael?”
A few hours. That’s all he’d asked for. A chance to see his son, and remind the boy he had a father. Surely his brothers could grant him that? Father had said he should take the time. He wanted to take the time. His son deserved to see him, instead of the fleeting visits he paid at odd hours to his wife.
”Raphael, tell your son that I would like to teach him blacksmithing, if he wishes to learn.”
He nearly pounded his head into the doorframe. It figured that his son would take up something like that. The last time Rafe had been here, the boy had been creating art out of scrap metal. ”Of course, Michael.”
”Enjoy your time with the boy.”
Well, he’d certainly try, if his brothers would stay away just for a little while. Rafe took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Just a little time…
“Daddy!”
Rafe knelt and caught the boy against him, holding him tight. No matter how long he was gone, no matter how little he saw his son, and no matter how old the boy got, he still greeted Rafe the same. And he was getting older.
“Rafe?” He looked up at his wife. Tendrils of red hair were plastered to her cheeks with sweat. She was wearing a tank and shorts. Even in the house with the air conditioning going, the heat swelled. Her hands were twisting a dish towel between them.
With a hand on his son’s shoulder, he pushed himself up. He shucked off the responsibilities of Raphael, Archangel, and became Rafe Eden, father, husband, and world traveler. “Hey Ange. Got room for me?” He grinned as she rolled her eyes at him and pulled her into a hard hug, his hand still on his son’s shoulder.
Just a few hours… Just for a few hours, this was his.
Fandom or Original Universe: Original
Rating: G
Word Count: 557
Brief Summary: An Angel visits family
Brief Warnings:
Writing Prompt: Family
Beta: None
Notes:
Humidity pressed on the neighborhood, depressing even the hardiest of children inside. Air conditioners whirred and battled against the heat outside.
The sound of wings broke the stillness of the scorching afternoon. The sun beat down, painting the sidewalks a blinding white. Heat waves rolled off the street. Some enterprising child had spattered an egg on the sidewalk. He could see it where he stood.
His hands in his pockets, he knew how out of place he looked. He wasn’t tall or short, but he wore a long brown duster that fluttered around his cowboy boots. A hat was pulled low over bright green eyes. Still, no one even blinked at his sudden appearance out of, literally, nowhere.
Rafe didn’t get here often. Well, not as often as he’d like. His Duties precluded him spending as much time as he wished. He wasn’t his elder brother, Luke, with the ability to be in many different places at once. He was a one trick pony, really. Protection of the children, the mentally infirm, those were his areas of expertise.
He walked up the sidewalk, righting a bike on the front lawn. It’d been too long. Last time he’d been here, heaters and freezing temperatures had kept everyone inside. One of these days, he was going to get to be here when his son could come outside to play.
The Symphony swelled. ”Raphael.”
His hand stopped before opening the door. A sigh escaped him. ”Michael?”
A few hours. That’s all he’d asked for. A chance to see his son, and remind the boy he had a father. Surely his brothers could grant him that? Father had said he should take the time. He wanted to take the time. His son deserved to see him, instead of the fleeting visits he paid at odd hours to his wife.
”Raphael, tell your son that I would like to teach him blacksmithing, if he wishes to learn.”
He nearly pounded his head into the doorframe. It figured that his son would take up something like that. The last time Rafe had been here, the boy had been creating art out of scrap metal. ”Of course, Michael.”
”Enjoy your time with the boy.”
Well, he’d certainly try, if his brothers would stay away just for a little while. Rafe took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Just a little time…
“Daddy!”
Rafe knelt and caught the boy against him, holding him tight. No matter how long he was gone, no matter how little he saw his son, and no matter how old the boy got, he still greeted Rafe the same. And he was getting older.
“Rafe?” He looked up at his wife. Tendrils of red hair were plastered to her cheeks with sweat. She was wearing a tank and shorts. Even in the house with the air conditioning going, the heat swelled. Her hands were twisting a dish towel between them.
With a hand on his son’s shoulder, he pushed himself up. He shucked off the responsibilities of Raphael, Archangel, and became Rafe Eden, father, husband, and world traveler. “Hey Ange. Got room for me?” He grinned as she rolled her eyes at him and pulled her into a hard hug, his hand still on his son’s shoulder.
Just a few hours… Just for a few hours, this was his.