A Grave Situation -Fletcher-

[katalyie]

Daisies.... Yes. Daises would work perfectly. Fletcher was right, too. Daisies were usually seen as really happy flowers, if that was even possible. Nowadays, they even colored the flowers so instead of the normal white, one could get all kinds of vibrant colors. London flicked through a few options in her head before deciding upon bright orange. It seemed to fit him, for reasons she could not explain. With a huge grin, London explained her choice. "I think orange would look best. I think the color fits you really well, plus it would pop out from the grey. What did you call it? Hideous?" She giggled, amused at his word choice.

Her attention was quite rapt as he explained their band. He detailed the type of music and went through each member's personality and job. When he got to Becca, however, London's excitement got the better of her. "Oh my god! You know Becca?! She is the coolest and most awesome person ever. I met her at the zoo last week and she liked my hair and I liked hers and she bought me cotton candy... Blue, I think... And we saw the aardvarks! Oh my god, she is just so awesome!" Realizing that she'd probably been a little over the top in her description, London went on but quieter.

"She thinks my being a guardian is awesome and she's jealous of my wings." The angel laughed, recalling the look of amazement on Becca's face when London had finally admitted her species. "She thinks it's way too awesome I can fly." All in all, London loved Becca. Of course, they'd only met once but the pair had spent the entire day oohing and ahhing over various animals and being way too hyper together. It had been one of London's favorite days here in Manuka. It was just all too weird that everyone she met already seemed to know each other.

[fletcher]

Fletcher nodded at her choice of flowers. “Orange does sound good. I think it would be pretty against that grey. It’s hideous because it’s so dull and boring and not me. If it were me to choose a head stone, it would be bright red—or orange now since it fits me.” He laughed and shrugged. “I think the color that suits you is yellow. Like the sun, you’re bright and cheery, you know? I think I’ll get some yellow daisies for you randomly one day. That way we can be even. Since I don’t know… I don’t know if you’re buried here in Manuka or…?” he asked softly. He didn’t want to make her think about it too much. He hated making people think about sad things.

He jumped a few times when she said that she knew Becca, too. “Oh this is so exciting! I can’t believe you know her, too! We all need to do something together! What could we do that would easily entertain me? Oh! The zoo! We could go to the zoo together! That would be so much fun!” he jumped again with excitement. Suddenly he stopped jumping. “YOU CAN FLY?!” he asked with his eyes widened. “SHOW ME!! SHOW ME PLEASE! I WANT TO SEE!” he jumped up and down again and clapped his hands. He could fly too, but flying with wings must be better than floating everywhere. Oh he could just imagine using wings to fly. He bet it was fun, too.

eh, this is crap...

[katalyie]

London couldn't help but smile at Fletcher. He was trying so hard to be sweet, to not offend her. She appreciated the effort and just couldn't be anything but cheerful when he was trying so hard. "I'm not buried here, no. Though I definitely think you should bring the flowers to my grave sometime. I think yellow is a great color for me. Really! Maybe we could take a trip out to my grave, if you want to. That could be fun." That was a nice thought.

Oh, Becca! Just the thought of the pink haired faerie made the angel laugh. They'd been to the zoo only recently and had run into each other next to the jaguars. It had been an experience to say the least. "Well of course I can fly, silly. I'm an angel."

The thought of actually getting to fly made the angel grin. "So you're just as excited about my having wings as Becca was. That's kind of funny. I thought that you would be more used to it, seeing as you can fly in a manner of speaking. But sure... I guess I can show you." The woman laughed as she unfurled her iridescent wings. That was always the best feeling, that rush of relief when her wings were finally opened. "So you want me to fly, huh? Well, okay." The angel gave her wings a beat and rose into the air a bit. "Whatcha think, huh? Need to do more than this?"

[fletcher]

Fletcher smiled widely. He just couldn’t help it with her absolute happiness just like his. Who would be able to be sad around such a lively person like London? She was absolutely adorable and he could tell he would be able to hang out with her again. she seemed so sweet and today, a lot of people just weren’t really all that nice. It was comforting to finally be able to find someone like him other than Becca.

“Oh, well where are you buried so that I can bring you some flowers? I think it’s only fair.” He chuckled and jumped up and down all excited that she could fly. He hadn’t even thought about her having wings. Sometimes Fletcher overlooked things like that. “But I’ve never seen an angel fly before! I would love to though!” he watched her open up her wings and he stopped jumping instantly. They were absolutely beautiful. She flapped her wings and lifted off the ground.

Fletcher’s jaw stood agape and watched as she floated above the earth. “So pretty…” he said. He flew up to her and touched her pure white wings. They were soft and even more beautiful close up. “Has anyone non-supernatural seen them before? Like Jordan, your charge?” he wondered as he studied her wings.

[katalyie]

If there was anything London loved in the world, it would be her wings. They were her favorite possession and the physical representation of her angel-ness. Her wings meant that she was doing a good enough job to be called a Guardian which meant that everything was right in London-Land. Excellent!

"Where am I buried? Oh, about two towns over. We can go see it sometime." The thought of bringing her new friend to her gravesite was sort of daunting. Would she be able to hold it together enough to point it out? Would be father be visiting? That wouldn't be much of an issue physically because she could just cloak herself, but emotionally.... London hadn't even gone near her hometown since attending her own funeral. Just the thought made her sort of jittery.

At Fletcher's glee, London smiled. Yes, she was somewhat used to this reaction. Her wings were gorgeous, though. All soft and pillowy and way too big but that somehow made them prettier. The only negative was that her wings were very, very heavy and that made her shoulders ache, but her muscles were gradually getting used to the strain. "they are pretty, aren't they? Ah, no. Only supernaturals can see them. To humans, it's like they don't even exist. Jordan doesn't even know I'm an angel. I still have to tell him that. As far as humans who know about the supernatural, they always want to see them but that can't. Can't even feel them."

With ease, the angel shut her wings and dropped back to the ground. Her shoulder ached even from the small flight, so her hands instinctively sought them out to soothe the sting. "Pretty impressive, right?

[fletcher]

He could see the little bit of uncomfortable-ness on her face, so he didn’t say anything else about where she was buried. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore if she was uncomfortable. Just like he didn’t like talking about certain things, it was obvious that she didn’t like to talk about death of any type. And she didn’t like to talk about losing her charge. Which was exactly why he was glad that random subjects always popped up into his head. He was able to steer her away from thinking about her charge Jordan which was satisfactory enough for him. He was just happy to get her away from being hysterical and crying. He hated when people got sad. It made him less happy and made him feel bad. Fletcher was usually the happiest person you ever met. He hardly ever got angry at people unless they were trying to insult either him or one of his friends. He always stood up for the ones he cared about, no matter what.

“That really is amazing! And Jordan is really lucky to have such a great angel, you know. I wish I could have had someone to watch over me. It would have been helpful and I might be…well actually I would still be dead, but I might have lived longer if I would have had one. But probably not much longer. People in my day barely lived over forty…” he nodded and raised his eyebrows. “Wow… I never really thought about how much everything had come along since I was living. I mean, I was there for evolution of just about everything you could think of, so that could be why. Hm…” he thought about everything that he had as a boy. Most everything was extinct and outdated. Well, almost everything. It had all been overshadowed by the new technology and everything that had been invented.

He dropped to the ground softly and landed on his feet with hardly any sound. “That really was impressive.” He noticed her rubbing her shoulder. He made his hand invisible and put it through her shoulder. Usually when he went through people it had a cold sensation, so maybe the chilliness of his hand would make her shoulder feel at least a little better. “Is it cold?” he asked hoping she would say yes. He would like to ease her pain some if not altogether.

[katalyie]

Out of the all people she had meet in Manuka, Fletcher was probably one of the sweetest. All compliments and flattery and help, whether he meant to be that way or not. She appreciated the sweetness when she was lost in this place, not knowing her charge was or anything about the town in which she currently resided. She supposed that she'd get used to the place, mostly because she liked it. If Jordan liked it here too, all the better then!

The angel couldn't help the blush when Fletcher said that Jordan was lucky to have her. 'Well, I don't know if I would say that. I mean, I do the best I can. It's been enough to keep him alive so far, but he isn't exactly a dangerous type. I've got it easy with him. Really. If anything, I'm lucky to have him for a charge. Thank you, though. I appreciate your sweetness." She listened in interest to his talk about the evolution of technology. The thought made her gasp. That was true. Fletcher had been alive a lot longer than she had, so he had seen so many things. The world was probably a lot different now than when he was alive. That was an incredibly interesting thought, all in all. How would the world change while she continued to wander about? What things that she knew well would cease to exist? What would take its place?

Her thought pattern was shattered when something extremely cold passed through her shoulder. It frightened her enough to make her jump but as soon as the angel put together that it had been Fletcher, she calmed down. Oddly enough, her shoulder felt better. 'Hey! That is cold.. You're like an icepack, Fletcher! So cool. Literally!" London giggled in glee at this discovery. Her shoulder already felt so much better. "Do the other one! Do the other one!" No one could ever say that London wasn't easily excited. Her bounciness was evident enough of that. "Does it get frustrating passing through people all the time?"

[fletcher]

Fletcher practically jumped back when London jumped after he put his hand through her shoulder. After she stopped and asked him to do the same to her other shoulder, he laughed and walked behind her so that he was able to put his opposite hand in her other shoulder. He thought about her question thoroughly. He never was really annoyed by much. “Really the only time it’s ever annoying is when I’m with someone else that likes for me to be solid. Like Becca. She likes to play with my hair sometime, so I have to remember to be solid around her. But most of the time I’m just under solid so people can’t really see through me too much, but I don’t waste all of my energy. Since, you know, when I’m solid for long periods of time, I’m basically drained and yadda yadda. But I don’t really mind it much at all.”

Fletcher moved his hands around a little bit in her shoulders so that she could maybe get some kind of relief more. “Do your wings ever get bothersome? And is that why your shoulders are hurting? Because your wings are heavy or something?” he cleared his throat a little and let the rest of his body go a little more transparent so that he would have energy the rest of the day. He didn’t really want to have to rest all day tomorrow if his hands were already less than solid. “Do you fly a lot?” he asked as soon as the question popped into his head.

i dont like this post.

[katalyie]

London was quiet for quite some time, allowing her normally tense muscles to relax at the chill of Fletcher's touch. It was too easy to stay quiet when he was talking and making the soreness in her muscles disappear. "Oh," She said idly, voice sort of drowsy. "Must be hard to not be solid..." Her eyes had started sliding shut. He was almost putting her to sleep, which she would have found amusing if her brain had been more aware.

Her eyes reopened as she considered the answer to his question. "Yes, my wings are bothersome sometimes. It's really frustrating that humans can't see them. It would make my job a whole lot easier. They also... ache when I don't use them for a while which, again, is bothersome around the humans because I can't fly when I'm around them. Unfortunately, they also hurt when I use them because well..." She gestured the the iridescent wings behind her and rolled her shoulders again. "They're sort of big, so they're heavy. My shoulders weren't built for them... so it hurts."

The pain was so worth the reward of being able to fly. It was honestly the best feeling in the world, even if coming back to the ground meant her shoulders aching. "I fly as often as I can. Like I said, it's sometimes hard to do around humans... but I like it so much better than any other form of transportation. There's the trade-off of the pain, but it's so worth it, I swear." She paused to give Fletcher a dazzling smile. "Thanks so much for helping with my shoulders. This is really helping..." She was quiet for a moment before giggling under her breath. "It's so strange... You're not solid and I've got wings. We're both dead. This is our life! ....or you know... afterlife!"

[fletcher]

Fletcher grinned and shrugged. “Only sometimes. But then I just say ‘fuck it’ and just go solid. Sorry. I didn’t mean to use that word. Um, I mean, I’ll say… ‘forget it’ or something, you know? I just go solid anyways because sometimes it really is agitating. But I guess I’ve lived with it long enough that I really don’t even notice it very much. The agitation I mean.” He smiled and continued to massage her muscles. She had said her wings were bothersome, and he wondered what they were like and what it was like to fly with giant amazing wings like that. “So basically flying for you is kind of a lose-lose situation.” He shook his head from side to side as he said, “If you fly, your shoulders hurt, but if you go a while without it, when you fly they hurt even more. Which kind of stinks, you know? Well, of course you do.” He laughed. Poor London. He couldn’t imagine being in pain like that all the time.

Fletcher never really felt anything. If something were to try to hurt him when he was solid, he could just go invisible. Unless they were a ghost as well and they could still touch him. But he was also pretty good at flying, so he could easily get away. And besides, no one really ever messed with him. He was too nice and considerate for many people to hate. But, his hyperactive ways were sometimes annoying for people. He had met a good number of people who disliked him right after meeting him. Usually Fletcher was able to tone himself down, but half of those people that automatically disliked him wouldn’t stand being around him long enough to know that. He supposed it was their loss, but he still liked making new friends.

Her thanking him made him come out of his thoughts. “Hm? Oh, you’re welcome. It’s really no problem though. I like to help friends.” He smiled widely and chuckled a little at her joke. “Yeah, life after death. I think it has actually been more adventurous than my actual life was. You know I got all of my tattoos after I was dead? Not a single artist knows they worked on a walking dead man.” He laughed and shook his head. He wondered what one of them would have thought if they ever did find out and if they would refuse to work on him or something just for not being alive. But money was money, so he kind of doubted it. He might have to make it a plan to disappear in front of one to see what they would do and if they would still give him a tattoo. He laughed thinking of some of the possible facial expressions.

[katalyie]

London couldn't help the musical laugh that escaped her when Fletcher cursed. Did she care? Not really. She wasn't much of a language person herself, but other people could do what they wanted. It also seemed that people assumed that language was a sore topic since she was an angel. They were pretty wrong. She was, after all, pretty good friends with Trace and Becca. Between the two of them, London figured that she would have been good and desensitized if it DID bother her in the first place. "Oh, you don't have to worry about language around me." She waved her hand dismissively, focusing then on his new thought. Well, it could be viewed that way. "Yeah.. I guess it could be lose-lose. I try not to think of it that way, though. I just think yay flying and how flying makes me feel. It's easy to forget the pain after that."

It was quite true. The pain of her wings' weight vanished entirely when she recalled the absolute freedom of soaring. Such a good trade off, even if it did hurt. She did blink rather owlishly at Fletcher's use of the word 'friend', though. Were they friends? Of course, London didn't mind. She would really like the be friends with everybody the problem was usually other people, that they didn't want to term a relationship 'friendship' too quickly. "I'm glad we're friends, Fletcher. I wouldn't have it any other way."

His story about the tattoos cracked her up. "Really? They didn't know you were a ghost?" That seemed a bit odd, but most people didn't realize she was dead either. It was a funny sort of thing when you continued to look rather alive by doing silly things like movement and talking.

[fletcher]

Fletcher smiled. He was glad she wasn’t one of those people that got offended easily by language. Still, he never liked to cuss in front of a lady. It was rude and women deserved to be treated differently, no matter what or when. Women, in his opinion, were supposed to be treated with respect. At least until they showed that they didn’t deserve that respect. Still, if that were the case, most of the time he didn’t disrespect them, he simply stopped talking to them. It was sometimes hard for Fletcher to be mean. If someone was threatening someone he cared about though, there wasn’t stopping him from stopping that bullshit right away. No one messed with people he cared about. It was inexcusable in his mind. He never knew why people could be so careless with their words and actions. Sure sometimes he was a blabber mouth, but he never said anything bad about people. It was too hurtful, and he had seen too many painful faces to ever want to hurt someone.

“It’s good you’re as optimistic as you are.” He said with a small grin touching the corners of his lips. He was glad she was somewhat like him in that she probably always saw the bright side of things. Fletcher could almost always find something good in someone or something, or even shit situations. He couldn’t help the positive-ness radiating from within him. he was basically born that way. Fletcher laughed and nodded. “I wouldn’t either.” His happy-go-lucky nature often helped him make new friends, but his hyperactive body could get on people’s nerves. He couldn’t help it sometimes though, no matter how hard he tried to calm down. It was such a curse sometimes.

“Nope, they had no idea! It was great though. Most people don’t know I’m a ghost though, so I’m used to it.” He said with a small shrug. He didn’t mind people not knowing the truth about him. mostly because if they did they would probably be frightened by him, and he didn’t want that. He didn’t want anyone to be scared of him because truthfully, he was a really nice guy. He just couldn’t help the fact that he was dead.