Right Where We Left Off

[Lon Vilenti]

Lon looked away from her gaze, he didn't have the most splendid time in Nova unlike Agenta. He had been in a horrid position filled with endless piles of pills, pain, and betrayal. He had nary a friend beside the angel in front of him and he knew that he should at least humor her. But, he did remember the escort she provided when he was late for his therapy and when he had fallen out of his dumb wheelchair. 
"I still have my wheelchair actually. I do use it, but only in emergencies when my legs short out and I become paralyzed. It is quite inconvenient when I get caught in the rain and I'm suddenly crippled." He gave a dark chuckle. 
Lon tucked his wings against his back, his orange eyes looking up as he nodded. "I do. And I'll go with you I suppose. There's no use in trying to refuse your help when you'll always just find another way." He said, waving his hands around exasperatedly. He looked at her and flicked her shoulder with an outstretched wing. He sneered at her before climbing down with a little struggling. He looked around for the children but saw them running away to find entertainment elsewhere. He sighed and called up to Agenta if his predicament, "Um, Agenta? I can't fly and I can't be seen by the people here when I'm like this. It'll wear off in about half an hour." He explained shyly. 

[Agenta Chainly]

Happiness filled the bright angel as Lon agreed to come with her. She was happy to once more have someone beside her that she had known from her past home. It was also nice that she would be able to spend more time with Lon because their first meet was so short. It also didn't help that they had seen little of each other after their first short greeting. Thought the laws of nature went against this small, and hopefully blossoming, friendship Agenta was happy. 
Listening in on his words, she gather information that he still had his wheelchair. Finding out that he had gotten his legs replaced, but that much was a given, and they seemed to be a lot of trouble. As she listened she found her blue eyes turning downwards to look upon his leg that were covered by his pants. It seemed a hard life to live alone, always seeming to need a hand. Agenta could not chuckle along when Lon gave his darken one, but when he comment about her that was when she smiled and giggled. He comment about her stubbornness and desire to get what she set out for. It seemed he had learned one of her strong qualities already. 
When their small conversation was over and he had agreed to come with her he began to make his way down the tree. Agenta followed after him when he was at the bottom, thought she did it differently. Opening her wings, she gently, gracefully made her way down to the ground. Landing and steadying herself she folded her wings into a resting position. It was when he made the comment about his appearance did she turn his bright blue eyes towards the children that seemed to be going else where. The weather was cold, not the weather you would want to hang out in for long. She found herself placing her hand upon the amulet that her Aunt had given her to hide her wings from human eyes. Turning back to Lon, she smiled at him gently. Reaching back she undid the clip it and held it out for him. "If you wear this it will hide your demon form. The humans will see you as a human. I think it be better if we get to my Aunt's place before we freeze out here. If I had known that we would be chatting at the part I would have brought my winter coat." Agenta knew that by taking off her amulet and giving it to Lon that she would be putting herself as risk. People would be able to see her angel wings. Sadly, her wings were not something she could hide like a demon who were able to camouflage themselves. Her wings were always there, but she could make a lie about them being real to anyone who asked.


(How does this look? I'm playing around with my post looks.)

[Lon Vilenti]

Lon looked down at the amulet, slight concern wavering his actions as he hesitantly took the necklace and latched it around his own neck. He tucked the charm into his dark brown shirt and looked up as Agenta's wings appeared. He scowled at them and took off his black hoodie. It was a little too big for him so no doubt would it be large on her, but he didn't want to raise all that suspicion, even if she could claim them as a fashion statement. He didn't like the idea of taking the amulet in the first place, so it was the least he could do for now.

He slipped the black jacket off and tossed to the angel, "It's fairly large and should cover your wings if you fold them close enough. I'm sorry but I can't take any risks." He said seriously, his eyes swirling as he stood his ground; there was no wiggling her way out of this one. He stood firm, making sure that she would put it on before climbing up the inclination of the hill. He looked up at the sky, the sun still pretty high, although the temperature was dropping alarmingly. Although, Lon was pretty used to the cold and had a much higher tolerance for such low climates. The frigid environment was also the reason so many people were gathering up their things and retreating back to their warm homes. He rubbed his hands together, the friction creating a bit of warmth that would at least jump start him for the long trek (or short) to Agenta's Aunt's house. He was a bit worried to go there to be totally honest. The idea of meeting her relative who also happened to be an angel was unsettling for the forlorn demon. Agenta was a kind and gentle soul, would her aunt be the same? And if she was, would she accept him as a friend of her niece's. Not a lot of people took to Lon instantaneously in fear of getting themselves hurt. It also worked vice versa. Lon was not too fond of hanging around other for long periods of time due to his fear of hurting someone, or worse.

He waited for a few moments for his companion to join him, his sense of direction lost due to the simple fact that he had no idea where this person lived. He looked at Agenta expectantly.

"Lead the way, miss." He said with a small gesture for her to take the lead.