Sixteen. Sixteen is never a happy birthday for anyone that is set to become an angel or a demon. They have no way of telling beforehand if Rachel will shift or not.
Either way, he is her best friend, Noah would be there.
Either way, he is her guardian, Noah would be there.
She doesn't know the latter of the two, and he still hasn't figured out how to tell her. He will someday. He will after this day passes, after the transformation is over. For now, he isn't even thinking at all about how she is his ward.
His focus is entirely on the fact that this is Rachel. This is his best friend, and they have always been best friends. He slides across the floor to sit beside her against the bed when he hears the shakiness in her voice. Even if he didn't hear it, he can feel how she feels like she'll be sick.
The nerves are wracking through him as well, but it's harder to tell as he presents that calm front always. It isn't even a front. There is something deeper than him that allows him to remain calm even when he does not feel it.
( ... )
She cannot stop looking at the clock. She would rather just have it be done with, to just know, even if there is no doubt it would not be pleasant. Rachel remembers how she worried to death about all of them when they went through their own transformations, knowing there might come a time when she'd have to go through it, too. She checked in and hovered on them all to an almost unbearable degree.
They others will want to know the verdict, as well, and she'll have to rely on Noah's journal since she doesn't have one of her own yet. And might not ever get one. She keeps telling herself that. It's only a 50% possibility. The odds can go either way, neither option necessarily in her favor.
She only looks away from the clock when he slides down to the floor beside her, and she manages a small smile. She is usually good at keeping her cool under most situations herself, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. This is scary. This is... a I may not be human tomorrow sort of thing, and no one wants the pain
( ... )
Even the last words she said--Angel of knowledge--were not really hers. She was existing alongside something and someone else, and while her eyes were open, she was too stunned to realize it. There were wings on her back. She was and is no longer human. Nothing can prepare you for that moment, not even years of mentally drilling it into your head and being aware of the possibility
( ... )
Noah has been out of the room again in the time that she was asleep for. It is impossible for him to sleep without talking to her first. That is the guardian in him but it's Noah too. The last that he heard of her, she was in shock, she was barely there
( ... )
It's with drowsy contemplation she fully awakens. Her hand rests on the pillow beside her and she lifts it up, marveling at the feel of her fingers. She wriggles them in place before resting them back on the soft fabric, eyes darting around the room
( ... )
There's a soft smile as he watches her from her spot, watches how she moves as if exploring the world for the first time. He has a pretty intense memory of when he first woke up for the first time after the wings, after knowing what he was
( ... )
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Either way, he is her best friend, Noah would be there.
Either way, he is her guardian, Noah would be there.
She doesn't know the latter of the two, and he still hasn't figured out how to tell her. He will someday. He will after this day passes, after the transformation is over. For now, he isn't even thinking at all about how she is his ward.
His focus is entirely on the fact that this is Rachel. This is his best friend, and they have always been best friends. He slides across the floor to sit beside her against the bed when he hears the shakiness in her voice. Even if he didn't hear it, he can feel how she feels like she'll be sick.
The nerves are wracking through him as well, but it's harder to tell as he presents that calm front always. It isn't even a front. There is something deeper than him that allows him to remain calm even when he does not feel it. ( ... )
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She cannot stop looking at the clock. She would rather just have it be done with, to just know, even if there is no doubt it would not be pleasant. Rachel remembers how she worried to death about all of them when they went through their own transformations, knowing there might come a time when she'd have to go through it, too. She checked in and hovered on them all to an almost unbearable degree.
They others will want to know the verdict, as well, and she'll have to rely on Noah's journal since she doesn't have one of her own yet. And might not ever get one. She keeps telling herself that. It's only a 50% possibility. The odds can go either way, neither option necessarily in her favor.
She only looks away from the clock when he slides down to the floor beside her, and she manages a small smile. She is usually good at keeping her cool under most situations herself, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. This is scary. This is... a I may not be human tomorrow sort of thing, and no one wants the pain ( ... )
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Even the last words she said--Angel of knowledge--were not really hers. She was existing alongside something and someone else, and while her eyes were open, she was too stunned to realize it. There were wings on her back. She was and is no longer human. Nothing can prepare you for that moment, not even years of mentally drilling it into your head and being aware of the possibility ( ... )
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