Boom boom goes my heart

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Clothing: Outfit

Zadkiel had packed everything he needed to serve a great meal for Letha. He wanted to be sure that his meal would be a success, just like the pancakes he had made the other day. His brown jacket was laying underneath all of the things he had packed on the backseat. He sat in his dark car, driving behind a tractor. There simply hadn’t been a open window to get in front of the tractor, so even though he had planned to arrive early, so he could get to know her kitchen before he had to cook, he was late.

Turn left. said a computer voice, and Zadkiel did as told, driving down her street, fully enjoying himself – even though he was late. But all of a sudden, he could see an explosion and dark ashy fog raise from the burning building. Shortly he looked at his navigator – just to be sure it wasn’t Let…
He let the speeder hit the floor the last couple of hundred meters, before he quickly hit the break in front of her apartment and rushed out. He could hear her scream his name and he quickly let his big white wings unfold from his back, and with a simple movement, he was in the air, and within a quick second, he was landed on the platform. Being a pureblood angel had its advantages. “Letha!” he yelled before he covered his mouth with his elbow and started entering the burning building. His wings were quite large and almost shined in the fire; luckily not catching on fire – yet.

He could see how a beam was thrown away deeper inside the appartment, but not surely who was throwing it, but as he had called it seemed like there was some kind of reaction. The sound from the lames and all of the burning things seemed to cancel out any footsteps to be heard. He did his best to walk through the burning building, without knowing the construction of it, but he didn’t get far, before he could see a wounded, running Letha. He hurried towards her, slightly more cautious of where he stepped than her. Her hands grabbed around his face, he could feel that they were wet from blood and the smell of iron quickly reached his nose. He swung his arms around her in an embrace. His wings trying to cover her up as much as possible, protecting her from the flames. “I’m here. I’m here,” he said, trying to calm her down, while he tried to look around for anything suspicious. Clues. The overwhelming heat and dark ash flowing in the apartment, made him realize how much they needed to get out and luckily the roof was completely blown away. “Hold on,” he said, before he tightened his embrace and with a fast movement with his wings they were off the ground and somewhat calmly flying away from the building. He landed on a grass field close to her apartment, but far away enough so they couldn’t feel the heat radiation. “Are you hurt?” he already knew her hands were bloody, but was there something he hadn’t noticed yet? Everything had gone so fast.

She screamed a they got of the building, but he made sure to hold her tightly. He was not going to let go of her; and even if something were to happen, he would be fast enough to catch her again.
Give a woman a warning next time. Was she afraid of heights? How careless he had been. “Sorry,” he apologized, letting the conversation about heights be saved for another day. Todays plan had changed to be about her safety. He did his best to observe her movements, breathing, sweat, crying, laughing or being pale… Well paler than she normally was.

When she had her breathing under control, she mentioned splinters, and he quickly noticed the big splinter in the side of her. As if she was careless about the wound and the bleeding, she grabbed it. Zadkiel immediately stepped closer, trying to stop her from pulling it out just yet. “Letha, don’t!” he said, hoping she wouldn’t pull it out or that his hands were fast enough to stop her. He worried from her side to her eyes.

She pulled it out, and Zadkiel looked at the splinter with big eyes. It’s fine. “No, Letha. You-” His words were crumbling in his mouth as she explained that she healed quickly. “But we-” She took a step closer and put her arms around him in an embrace. He was still surprised by the fact that she didn’t care about the wound, but only about him. Slowly he let his arms fold around her in another embrace. She surely smelled like a bonfire, but he probably did that too. “I was late,” he said, slowly caressing her back, once again letting his wings surround them. The white feathers had gotten dirty by the soot and it would definitely be a long process to get them clean gain – but he could manage. He didn’t even care how his wings looked right now. “I’m glad that you not hurt anymore than this,” he whispered – of course he would’ve been much happier if none of it had happened – but that wasn’t reality right now. He loosened his grip a bit to replace one of his hands on her chin, hopefully being able to make her look into his brown eyes. “I think we should get you to the hospital,” he said, quite so serious. “Just to be sure,” his voice was slightly softer.

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Zadkiel chuckled lightly, as she whispered that she was happy that he was late. He too was happy about it now. He lifted an eyebrow as she explained that there was no point in going to the hospital, and elaborated that she could tell him why somewhere else. “Okay,” he said with a worried look. He just wished that she wouldn’t pass out or anything worse with the wounds she had. As soon as he heard the sirens, he nodded that it might be a good idea to stay and explain.




“Letha and I was supposed to eat dinner together. I was just lucky that I was late,” his side of the story was told to another officer than the one who was talking to Letha. They stood quite some meters from each other, so they couldn’t replicate their stories. The officer even asked for further information about how they knew each other and what their relationship was. It wasn’t like the officer was curious, but he wanted to be sure that Zadkiel wouldn’t be another target to get Letha down.
Zadkiel made sure to sit nearby where her wounds were being checked. If they had to leave with her, he wanted to know. He wouldn’t let her travel alone; after all, she had been so worried. At some point, she got up and approached Zadkiel. He once glanzed at the ambulance people, to see if they seemed worried – but they didn’t. “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” he chuckled, pulling on a light crooked smile. “We can take my car somewhere? Or maybe you’d like to walk?” he asked tilting his head slightly. They could eat dinner together another day.

Zadkiel nodded slightly, ”Sure, I’ll manage” he said, with a lovely smile, before he led the way to his car. He truly didn’t mind driving off to somewhere else with her – she could even lead them to Rome, and he wouldn’t mind – except for the fact that he still wouldn’t rest probably, before he found Seraphina or knew that she was safe.

Zadkiel drove safely, and didn’t miss a turn, when she gave him directions. He collected the things he had brought for today’s evening and followed her to the door. The office certainly made him feel somewhat like a private detective. As of now, that wasn’t his dream occupation, but he certainly understood why it seemed like an exciting job. He smiled a crooked smile, as she found a key behind a loose brick – just as she had told with her apartment. Zadkiel put the bag of stuff down, as she said she wanted to check if everything seemed to be alright. Therefore, he chose to keep his jacket on and wait for her to tell him that he could enter.

He would then take of his jacket and hung it. With a secure grip, he caught the bag and would step towards her. He didn’t feel like exploring on his own, “Tour?” he asked with a slight smile.

Zadkiel laughed with her as she seemed to think ‘inverted Simba’ was a weird expression. He had just removed soot from her face in a line that reminded him of the classical Simba scene. “Yeah,” he laughed, but the smile crumbled as she seemed to pay attention to the fact that he had said ‘my’.  “Too soon?” he asked tilting his head lightly. He hadn’t even paid attention to the fact that he had said ‘my’ himself.
The slight push made him chuckle. She had crowned him to be the first one to take a bath, even though he quickly thought she needed it the most, the warm water, the time… but then again, if he took the bath first, he could be cooking while she was taking her bath. “Fine,” he concluded, shaking his head slightly at her.

“I will,” he said, as she closed the door. He leaned up against the counter and let a hand run though his hair. With a sigh he got into the small bathroom and started taking of his clothing, folding it as usual, laying it on the shut toilet seat. The bathroom was quite small, so to be sure he wouldn’t damage anything he unfolded his wings before he stepped into the shower. He turned around to close the glass door, so water wouldn’t splash around everywhere, but in the movement, his wings knocked over a couple of bottles. “Sorry,” he said before he bowed down to put them back into their spot. Or… He hoped it was the right spot.
The water was turned on and he it didn’t take long before he could see all the soot running off of his body and the inside of his wings. He borrowed a tiny bit of her shampoo for both hair and wings, noticing how the soap turned grey from residue soot. He didn’t do much to his wings, since the natural oils surrounding the feathers protected it from getting dirty; luckily.
As soon as everything seemed clean, he shut of the water and shook his wings like bird, to get excess water of the feathers. There wasn’t much space to whirl them around like he usually did; so, looking like a bird for a second was his only option. He then opened the glass door to pick up a towel and dry his body.
As he stood there, somewhat dry, he looked for his clean clothing, hadn’t he brought it into the bathroom? Darn. He tied the towel around his waist, before he opened the door, entering the kitchen. “Almost done!” he said, before he went to the bags on the kitchen counter looking for his clean clothing, and as soon as he found it he would start with pulling his shirt on, leaving it undone, before he would continue with the rest of his clothing. If she was't too fast, he would tell her, that he was done, when he only had to button his shirt.

Zadkiel heard how something seemed to click in the office, but he didn’t really think much of it and just continued to dress up. Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened and Zadkiel looked from his knees to the door, slightly surprised. I thought you said you were done! “Almost done, I said,” he laughed with her. He chuckled shaking his head as he pulled his pants all the way up. He then lean up against the counter and started with his shirt, smiling for himself. Done now? “Yeah, come in,” he said as he buttoned the last few buttons.

“Should I start cooking, or do you want me to wait?” he asked, looking at her, nodding towards the bags behind him. His fingers worked while he looked at her. If she wanted both bathroom and kitchen for herself, he would approach her, only to smile at her on his way past her and into the office. If she alright with food, he would turn around and start unpacking the bags.

Zadkiel smiled lightly, “I’ll be alright doing it myself,” he said with a smile. “If you’re done early, I’ll assign you a task,” he said winking at her. As it seemed like she was heading for the bathroom he let his eyes seek the buttons, he didn’t get very far, since she laughed and said water was everywhere. “What?” he asked feeling his cheeks get warmer. “I-… Maybe!” he said with a grimace before he closed the second last button. He turned around, shaking his head at himself and started unpacking everything.

He looked over his shoulder, as he heard the door open. She looked extremely comfortable. He smiled brightly as she complimented the scent of the meal, “Paella,” he replied and observed her as she took a spoonful of the meal he was preparing. He chuckled lightly, “I’m glad you like it,” he said, letting his eyes go from her to the pan thinking a bit to himself. Was it missing anything? He heard her footsteps walk back into the bathroom. “When you’re done, would you please set the table?” he asked keeping his eyes on the pan, shortly looking at the thing he had brought.

Zadkiel smiled lightly, as she seemed happy about the dish he had chosen. He lifted his arms slightly as he felt her arms tie around his waist, listening to her words, wondering what she meant, and tried to look over his shoulder, to ask her; but a small kiss was planted on his neck and she whispered into his ear. Shivers ran down his spine, and he almost stood frozen in time for a mere moment before she let go of his waist. He shook his head, glancing after her before he returned his gaze to the meal. He put away the tree spoon he was using to stir it around and went to look in the bags for any missing ingredient. Parsley, of course.
He grabbed a bunch and put it on his cutting board, found his sharp vegetable knife and started cutting it. Everything went somewhat smoothly, and he changed the direction of the way he was cutting it. Chop, chop ch-… “Argh,”  he hissed putting away the knife, so both his hands were free to look at the cut. It wasn’t a simple cut, and it had actually gotten quite a bit of the tip of his left index finger. Blood started to appear, running down his hand. He looked for a paper towel but got distracted when Letha suddenly was next to him, staring at the blood. He at her eyes, before she even looked up at him. She seemed scared. Many sentences ran though his head. It’s just a little blood, I’ll be alright. Don’t worry, worse had happened. Can you hand me a paper towel? Do you have a band aid?
Suddenly, she turned around fleeing into her office, tripping over her couch. He followed holding a hand under his bleeding hand, so he wouldn’t leave spots on the floor; hopefully. “Are you alright?”  he asked and approached quickly, trying not to drip. He didn’t really think about that she might faint by the sight of blood. Maybe she had such a phobia?

Zadkiel stopped, wondering as she suddenly hissed that he shouldn’t get closer. What was wrong? He stood still, waiting but keeping an eye on her. If she somehow felt bad, he wouldn’t just leave her to herself. She had been through more than enough. Just give me a minute – I didn’t mean for this to happen. He frowned slightly, wondering what she meant, “O-okay,” he said, tilting his head to one side, feeling how his finger was pulsating. Her aura started to simmer which made him slightly nervous, raising his pulse. Once, he closed his fist, resulting a few drops of blood falling to the ground. He looked down on the spots he had created, “Sorry” he apologized and looked towards her. His eyes widened as she suddenly looked way different. Her eyes vivid and black veins seemed to have masked covered most of the skin around her eyes. He couldn’t really get to react, before she had pushed him up against a wall, with a strength he had never seen Letha show. “L-Letha?” he said with a low voice, believing it would help getting through to her. Zadkiel didn’t take his eyes of her, even when she grabbed his fingers and put his index finger into her mouth. He was definitely surprised – he had never seen her as a vampire or with traits like it.
She didn’t bite, but merely sucked his finger, sighing, as if pleasured her. Her grip tightened and he was pushed further up against the wall, which made him hold his breath. The pool of blood that had gathered in his right hand was mostly spilled on his shirt, but some of it was left in his hand. He was speechless.