•His hair tousled by the wind constantly, it’s got that coarse salty sea spray consistency after being out on the boat all day
•Lounging around in just a brightly colored, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks
•Lazy days laying around in a hammock on the beach, margarita sitting beneath him in the sand
•No matter how much sunscreen he applies he’s going to turn a faint shade of red by the end of the week and MC has to come thru with that sweet sweet aloe vera gel
•Getting really excited about finally having reservations for Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville restaurant
•Going into those overpriced seaside gift shops to look for an anchor souvenir to take back home
•Driving along the board walk, windows down, The Beach Boys on full volume
•Feeling nostalgic and renting a surf board like the good ol’ days, but wiping out more than he’d like to admit
•Getting dragged into a game of beach volleyball but he’s really bad at it
•Having a vacation diet that consists of mostly lobster, fruity beverages, and dessert
•Keeping Christian and Christie from tormenting the washed up jellyfish on the beach
•Taking the MC out to a fancy restaurant on the water
•Getting up early to watch the sunrise over the ocean
-eating way to much or not enough because you really can’t tell how much this body needs
-a l w a y s t h i r s t y
-“what do you mean I have to wash the vessel AGAIN I just did that 36 hours ago”
-never really adjusting to having to use the bathroom regularly
-saying something that only divines/angels would understand around your human friends and they don’t get it and it makes things awkward
-“should I tell this friend who I really am I mean we’ve been friends for like 10 years and we trust each other with our lives but STILL”
-seeing fictional angels being depicted or described completely inaccurately and getting unreasonably frustrated
-being super clumsy because you can’t quite get the hang of piloting this dumb human body
-lying awake at 3am because you just feel so lonely and empty inside
-“what if my brain is just making all this up and fabricating memories because I subconsciously want to be Different and Special”
-being afraid to have children because you’ve heard nephilim described as “abominations” and you fear you won’t be able to protect them
-running into someone irl and just KNOWING they’re Angelic too and “omg do they realize I am too do they even realize /they/ are wHAT IF THEY KNOW ME”
-being Fallen and wondering if you actually are the bad guy of your story
-having a disability or chronic illness and wondering if it’s because your vessel can’t handle your powerful soul
Andrew has killed for his family and would again, but that doesn’t mean they don’t continually annoy the shit out of him. His brother refuses to try to understand any aspect of Andrew’s reasoning or his decisions, and Nicky gets overexcited about everything; so much so that it only intensifies Andrew’s apathy and/or loathing.
More than anything, though, it annoys him the most that neither of them are able to comprehend exactly what his something with Neil means to him. They both are under the impression that Andrew couldn’t possibly be serious about it, even after everything that has happened and that they have seen. Every time Andrew sees Nicky’s shocked face when he chooses to sit right next to Neil, he can’t help but remember the fact that Nicky understood every word of their exchange in the motel room in Baltimore, yet still can’t get it through his thick skull that this isn’t a temporary arrangement.
Andrew is well past the point in his life where he gives a single shit about what anybody thinks of him though, so he resolves to continue doing whatever he wants even if it gets an unfavorable reaction from his family.
It happens on a trip to the zoo, part of the upperclassmen’s effort to fill in the gaps in Neil’s childhood, and while Andrew doesn’t particularly care about animals, he goes because he does care about Neil and isn’t willing to leave him alone with the rest of the team for an entire day.
they say the crown is always heavy but i wonder if they truly know:
how it wears you down like a stone around your neck and leaves you begging for a gulp of air. how it snaps your wings and reins you in, how it takes and takes from you like the most experienced of thieves.
and i wonder if they’ll ever see what the crown really took from me:
my love, my heart, my freedom, whipping past me like the ocean breeze i’m not allowed to get in touch with anymore;
and yet how grateful i am still —
for the countless hungry strangers that try to rob me of this newfound glory i did not ask for, and how they try to decorate their precious crown with the jewels they’ll readily steal from my very veins, red and rich like rubies.
but most of all, i wonder if they realize:
each scar, each fat drop of blood, each tear is a new day their sharpened knives and monstrous teeth have missed my lifeline.