I abused it at times, made it hard to connect
[OOC: I have no ward planned for him, but he makes every effort to not look someone in the eyes so feel free to tag him even if you want your char to maybe be his ward in the future. I'm assuming there will come a time when it's clear who it should be. IDEK.]
David Hansen is lying back on a park bench, staring up at the sky. It's a sunny day out, ( Read more... )
David Hansen is lying back on a park bench, staring up at the sky. It's a sunny day out, ( Read more... )
She's been wandering aimlessly through the park with a parasol resting on her shoulder, any exposed skin smeared with lotion - she's burns so easily, so every precaution is taken. But as she notices people fleeing from the near area of a bench and an unusually low cloud hovering over it. Cassie notices a young man lying on it and frowns curiously before making her way over.
"Is this some kind of literal metaphor or something?" she asks, a little uncertain as she peers up at the cloud. "Or just general spooky Chicagoness?"
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"It's..." He clears his throat, sitting up and looking down at the grass. "I believe it's Chicago being Chicago. It's harmless, but people in this city don't like to take chances."
He can't really blame them, not from what he's seen in this city.
David shrugs, smiling a bit. "It feels nice."
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"I don't blame them, too much bad stuff happens here. Okay, they miss out on the nice things, but..." she shrugs. The cloud seems alright enough. It's strange, but the water feels cool against her otherwise burning skin. She nods, smiling softly, "That's good. I was worried that you might be ill or upset or something and you have some power to make it into this cloud!"
Cassie twirls her parasol and she glances upwards once more. "It does! Feels rather refreshing with all this heat - and a bit more sensible than jumping into the fountains! That would be kind of silly, huh?"
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"Believe me, if it was anything other than a rain cloud, I'd be running in the opposite direction too," he says with a small smile, fingers slipping through his hair. "Oh, no. It's nothing like that. I wish I could... but..."
He's only an angel.
His hand slips behind his neck as he stares at his feet.
"Hey, people do what they have to to cool down," he says with a laugh at the thought of fountain jumping. "Who am I to judge?"
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She giggles warmly and grins, "Very true, you do have a point there," she agrees with a nod. "As much as the fountain does cool you down at a more faster rate, I think I'll stick with the rain cloud,"
Cassie notices how avoidant his gaze it, how he seems to look at his feet a lot. Perhaps he's just shy? Well, Cassie's here to help! She's going to forget the incident with Ianto for now. People aren't all the same. "I'm Cassie," she sticks her hand out with a bright grin.
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He doesn't really like to admit it if he doesn't have to, but most people can tell if they're in the know. They figure it out as soon as they shake his hand. It's that cold temperature that he could never hide, as much as he'd like to deny it. "I'm an angel."
He nods when she says he has a point and leans against the back of the bench.
David reaches for her hand, giving it a small shake. He is shy. He has been since he was young, but he's pushing through it and he does like talking to people. It's just not a strong suit of his.
"David," he says, a smile that isn't as bright but not missing in sincerity on his face. "So have you... been here long?"
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As they shake hands, she looks amused, "Do all Angels have cool skin?" she asks curiously, "Bet it comes in handy in this weather, I'd certainly welcome it!"
"Nice to meet you," she nods her head politely, before raising her eyebrows at his question. "Just over two months, although it feels a lot longer," she shrugs, "It's been a bit of rollercoaster time. Being on a night out with friends didn't give me the best of starts. I completely freaked out! But, I'm okay now,"
Cassie tilts her head to one side, "Are you originally from Chicago?"
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She shakes her head and laughs awkwardly, "Sorry, weird trail of thought there,"
Cassie bites down on her lip for a moment, "Yeah... I guess... I guess I am," Lucky for not dying. Lucky she wasn't around Conrad when it went kaboom. Lucky she's not had any problems with that terrorist group. "I know we're not the most welcome people here in Chicago,"
Cassie giggles, smiling brightly as she realises the film reference. "I take it you like Chicago, huh?" she asks, still giggling a little, "It's not bad. It's certainly not London... but it'll do for me,"
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He smiles at the sky. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Nothing wrong with being weird either."
It's better than being normal, unless the weirdnes is being an angel.
"No. Angels aren't really either. It depends on who you talk to, but most people have no idea we exist and they would prefer it if we didn't," David explains, leaning forward again, slipping his fingers through the damp hair. "People are afraid of what they don't understand."
Especially when what they don't understand is related to so many deaths.
"I haven't decided if I like it or not, but it is like living in an adventure story." He would rather write an adventure story. He would rather observe only, but it is better than being home.
Anything would be better than that.
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"Not all angels are good," he says quietly, thinking about his father and the last time that he saw him. His fingers are pressed against his head. "It's a misconception. We can kill someone, hurt someone. It's only if the person is 'innocent' that we get hurt when we kill them. Most are good enough. Some humans associate anything that's different with what's bad here. I bet we're not like the general idea of angels that you had back home, other than the wings."
They're not attached to God. They can't fly. They're not perfect.
They're much too human.
His humanity is his favorite part.
"I don't think anyone understands the Rift," David admits, glancing sideways at her and offering her an apologetic smile. "If they did, they would have found a way to get you all back home."
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It's happened before. He's just been lucky enough that they weren't his ward.
"They do. Some realize it, but most are afraid," he says and then nods, glancing at her (focusing on her hair not the eyes) and smiling. "I'm not bad. No."
It doesn't mean that he couldn't be bad. There's always that potential. However, he has no desire to meet it. If he's attached to a bad person, protecting them while they kill the lives of innocents, does that make him bad too?
These are the horrible scenarios that he thinks about.
He laughs a little, adjusting the shirt that he's currently wearing. "I don't know if all of us are fashionable, but I'm happy I don't have to wear a robe, yeah ( ... )
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