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“It’s blue.”
“No, I’m good.”
“Can you teach me?”
“Yeah,” she agreed, pulling on her cloak. “Let’s go.”
“This looks nice,” he observed.
He looked up in confusion. “Sweeping...?”
“Come hang out with us. Do you know how to dance?”
“I gotta turn down my eyes,” she complained, closing them for a moment. When they opened, they were a warm brown.
“Love you too,” he said quietly as they approached a small blue house on a hill.”
He wasn’t terribly good at sweeping, but he tried hard, moving the broom sporadically.
“It’s the wings,” she sympathized, rubbing her fingers through the feathers. “They are quite obvious.”
“I think enough time has passed for you to not be a fugitive,” she teased.
He glanced down at her, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m not worried. You’re here.”
He finished cleaning up and began to sweep, humming under his breath.
She laughed warmly, looking at the people. “Why? Haven’t they seen an angel before?”
“Want to go do something?” she asked, looking over at him. “We could go to the human market.”
They walked down the path of the next open house, feeling a little more weary. “I don’t know how many more houses there are,” Tuck mused, his arm...
It tasted good. She would be able to recognize August’s cooking quite distinctly by now. There was always the presence of some spice that she...
“What are you doing?” she asked curiously.
“For today, yeah,” she said thoughtfully, looking over at him. “What about you?”
