Angel on the wing - [past]

It was many centuries since Earth had seen such havoc and destruction as it had these past 50-or so years; and that was no small feat considering how many wars and sieges the humans constantly seemed to inflict upon themselves in the hopes of gaining more land in their obsessiveness. Remiel hated it. This obsession with materialistic things instead of how they had used to look a bit more inwards or listened to Angelic forces. Not that they were always right, obviously, everyone were learning from their mistakes, but by God did the humans seem to do so many. He had genuinely thought that it had all been done and finished business after the first world war, and the bitterness of not being able to prevent a second lay heavy on his shoulders. People had just about started getting their hope back just to see it shattered on the floor in front of this Adolf Hitler.
Remy knew well that many world leaders always had a bit of what they referred to as a God-complex. The Pharaoh had had it when he had been shouting at the sky "The Egyptians shall know that I am the Lord," and they had been sent to free the slaves in Egypt and had been brutally forceful in their demeanours. As  had King Sennacherib in the old Assyria. This Adolf Hitler was the same except he despised everything Religious except that what he was trying to enforce himself. Remiel was still rather bitter that God had ever granted Hitler's parents permission to marry after his fathers two former marriages. Karla had been a devout Catholic which had helped them no doubt.
And now here they were, the world once again turning against each other allowing demonic forces to take over and darken everything and everyone. Bernard Montgomery had just sieged a bridgehead north of the Rhine, at Arnhem, hopefully allowing the Allies to join in pushing back the Reich, so for once he was starting to feel a little hopeful again. Boulogne was still heavily under German rule however and the tension of Arnhem didn't seem to bother anyone at this seemingly innocent party.

Are you ready?
Edens beautifully subtle french accent reached him and dragged him away from his whirlwind-thoughts. He instinctively straightened his back a little before spinning on his heal to face her. For a short second his entire body tensed and he nearly looked away as her beauty hit him like a physical punch in the stomach. The elegant blue dressed hugged around her like it was made for her and her wavy hair a little loosely tied, fell in perfection around her face. He drew a sharp breath. Was he ready? You look ready. He finally relaxed his body, smiling at her, as she fiddled with his jacket. He wasn't used to wearing formal clothes like this, and had gone to great lengths to avoid any ridiculous synthetics in the fabric - in turn making his suit very, very expensive.
"I'm ready," he replied with a firm nod, regarding her warmly as his own french accent took over. "How could I not be, with you next to me," he added with a light chuckle, comfortable that she would steal the show in her graceful dress, allowing him to stay a little less visible. He raised his right arm a little, allowing her to grab it, and placed his left arm behind his straightened back, looking rather important as he did so. They would not be a low-key couple tonight, he thought, with both their intense auras and light surrounding them.

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So nice of you to join us Mr. and Mrs. Abel.
Remiel turned sideways to greet the stuffy little man with a dazzling smile. "Honoured to be here, monsieur," he mused, sounding every bit as enthusiastic as his bright face showed with that little hint of inferiority. They were after all not posing as Germans and so had to be a little inferior and appreciative of being invited to this .. Gala. Remy never understood humans' need for parties during hardship but they seemed to provide them with hope and so that was enough for him to appreciate them. This gala however had a thick atmosphere as they approached. Few days earlier had seen the fall of the Reich in Le Havre, another fortified city that Hitler had held in high regards, and finally, finally, that meant the possibility of smuggling weapons into Bourgogne. It was a tricky time to not be German in this part of France but Eden and himself had managed a reasonably strong cover.

Merci," he said warmly and nodded politely to the waiter. Remy smiled expectantly, outing a low chuckle at her whisper, pretending she had flirted with him. "Oh, cherie!" He exclaimed joyously and let his glistening eyes adoringly rest on her before slowly nodding as an agreement to her statement. "Before dinner or after dinner?" He asked, his low voice cheekily hinting that she had suggested something entirely different than what she had, loosely covering if anyone had had their eyes on them as she had spoken in his ear. He loved this little game of missions. It wasn't unusual for him, getting sent down to Earth like this. His powers made him very valuable near any trouble; usually though he was a little less high-key in his 'roles' and he was staying back to have the general view of things. For once Eden couldn't be entirely in charge. Although he outranked her, he would prefer her leadership in battles any day and had done so many times in the past. He was after all a teacher and not a leader. In this age women were not seen as leaders either, and it was a little strange for him to pretend that he was her superior in front of all these people.
He nodded politely to every passerbyer, greeting them with the titles that Eden offered to him as if he had known them for years, happy that her bright brain always caught every little detail in case he, himself would forget.

Out of politness and respect - and maybe a slight fear of the confrontation - Remiel never showed any reaction when her face did that. That thing it did now. The flushed cheeks and widened eyes and the way some light flicker of hope warmed up her body just to die down a short second after. It sent a little stab of sadness into his side, as he knew for a fact that he would never be good enough for her. She deserved so much better. So much more than some easily distracted, adventurous, unserious Archangel that was too busy to take properly care of her. Late nights and early mornings were regular occurrences. Eden needed someone who would put her first. Even perhaps before God himself, he thought. He hesitantly licked his lips before she seemed to fully understand what he had meant. He saw her glazed eyes come back from where-ever her heart had momentarily taken her and had to focus on not looking sad as she looked at him. The few seconds of confusion and lightly flushed cheeks did well in terms of the little game he had started; not to mention that it really did suit her with rosy cheeks. He was a little pleased to see that a few passerbyers looked at them; the men obviously admiring Eden's absolute beauty and the women glaring at either her or at their escorts, annoyed at them for so obviously staring.

Remiel's entire face lit up in a wide grin as she kissed his cheek, casually winking at a lady that passed them, making her put her hand over her mouth and giggle like a little girl. He laughed heartedly and leaned over to push a lock of hair behind her ear. The confidence in his look told her clearly that he was impressed with how she was handling this new role of hers - a role that she didn't usually have to play. "That sounds good to me, cherie," he replied warmly, trusting her instincts completely. He made sure to look surprised when someone approached them, seemingly having been completely absorbed in her words and flirtatious looks. With yet another warm laugh his face softened up and shook the hand of the man in front of him. He had gotten the habit of swirling his moustache between his thumb and index finger when he listened and thought it a good habit for someone as important as Mr. Abel. He continued the little con in front of the chatty man that clearly tried to impress him with whatever thing he had invented to help the German troops but every bit of his attention was on the room around him and he knew Eden's would be too. Picking up snarky looks, finding out who had affairs and who didn't like each other - all in case it could be useful. He hardly noticed her little swirls anymore. They calmed him down as much as they did her, and allowed warmth and light to bubble through his body.
Finally a large bell echoed through the room and Remy saw his moment to finally part ways with the overly eager man and his boring wife. "Alors! Amour de ma vie," he said with the same flamboyant voice as his entire persona shone with, excusing himself before straightening his back a little extra. "Let's eat!"

She was so incredibly close to his ear that her soft voice sent a shiver down his neck, making the fine hairs on his arm raise. He regarded her a little curiously, raising his eyebrows lightly at her comment, trying not to look too amused but for once failing miserably. It didn’t clash with their characters which was only lucky, but he did shake his head a little, suppressing a genuine laugh. “Bah, allez la,” he replied, speaking softly but keeping the French. “It can’t possibly be that bad.” He couldn’t help a soft chuckle, personally highly satisfied with the role he had been given. It was always fun to play extravagant, posh people. And the accent made it even the more fun. It made it a little difficult to focus on the task they had been given though, as Remiel would have preferred losing himself in his new persona, taking over the entire party. Alas they had work to do. Something Eden clearly hadn’t forgotten.
Remy burst out in a deep, hearty, warm laugh, giving the guard a friendly slap on his upper back as the guard fumbled with trying to help Eden back up after her clumsy fall. “Easy on the hands there, sir!” He warned with yet another thunderously joyful laugh, taking back whatever attention he could possibly get to allow Eden to go a little unseen for a few seconds. He gracefully swept her back into his arms and playfully winked at the baffled guard, who followed them as the continued to the table. His keen eyes had obviously noticed that she had succeeded in her little mission to get the key and he added a little bounce to his walk. Remy pulled out the chair to allow for her to sit down before he, himself took a seat and immediately conversed with the woman sitting on his left.

He feigned surprise as his ‘wife’ got up and gazed after her, his eyes filled with worry. The lady sitting next to him eyed him up with a motherly warmth, giving him a little nod to calm his concern. She then nodded again in understanding, as he got up to rush after her, excusing himself rather delicately as he did so; hopefully not overdoing the concern that was plastered to his face. As soon as he turned the corner his face softened up. Her aura was not one he could miss. Not after so many years of being around her. With a soft laugh he shrugged at her playfulness. “Darling, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” he replied, clearly having a laugh at the southern American accent he shortly portrayed as he followed her graceful footsteps, more than happy to let her take the lead. He followed her closely, so when she stopped, he nearly stumbled into her, only managing a surprised raised eyebrow at her, before she pushed him into the wall. “That’s o-“
Then she kissed him.
Heat shot through his body, making his fingertips tingle slightly. Remy wasn’t often surprised, but it was safe to say that he had not seen this coming. He leaned in a little before it really dawned on him what was happening and guilt rushed through him, replacing the pleasant heat he had felt for a moment when her lips first touched his. He knew her feelings for him and he had always tried to redirect them or simply ignore them out of respect for her, so this felt a little like treason. He shouldn’t have felt that warmth; it wasn’t proper of him at all. Yet he didn’t pull away immediately, but took his time before putting a hand on her cheek; gently pushing her face away from his.

Remy hardly heard the snickers behind them, as the guards giggled like little girls that had caught someone doing something naughty. He was too preoccupied following Eden's tongue on her lips, having to force his eyes away, catching the innocent flicker in her brown eyes. His own eyes widened slightly and he swallowed, still tasting her lips on his. He had truthfully never thought about kissing her. The mere mention of such a thing would have made him frown and when his brothers had occasionally teased him about it, he had been highly displeased with them.  
He was left, stunned, still leaning onto the wall she had pushed him up against, his heart racing too fast, betraying his emotions as he followed her graceful walk away from him. Was this what shock felt like? He had definitely not expected a kiss and was rather unsure of whether or not to address it. He knew for a fact that it would affect her a whole lot more than him, and wanted to make sure she understood that although it had been an enjoyable scene and that he hadn't been repulsed by it - like he had thought he would be - it didn't mean anything more than that. He could never commit to it. She deserved better than craving someone like him.  
As she kicked off her shoes he finally pushed himself off the wall, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose and running a hand through his hair. Good Lord. They had a mission. He had to push it aside. He would push it aside. Determined to see the mission through and to forget about what had just happened, he finally started walking with her, quickly catching up.
Just to be pushed up against the wall again.
Remy raised an eyebrow. Was she gonna kiss him again? Instead she was in full on 'mission mode', and he forced himself to listen. "You've got to stop doing that," he added in a whisper, matching her mischievous grin. He couldn't help but to shake his head at her, grabbing her shoes and watching her waltz away like that; physically rolling his eyes at her sweet, helpless voice. A snickering chuckle escaped him at the sound of bodies hitting the hard floor and he determinedly straightened his pretty jacket before following her voice, turning around the corner.
Remy raised another eyebrow at the two bodies on the floor and flashed her a genuinely proud smile. "Don't know what you need me here for, honestly," he muttered, following her lead to step over the passed-out guards.