whispersoflove

Coby had things to do, and after borrowing his phone to leave Sunny a message, Anael had let him go, after assuring him that he would be fine. No, really. He meant it. The mark on the top of his sternum still itched when he thought about it, or perhaps Anael itched around it. It felt like his entire being was trying, unsuccessfully, to push it off.

Once he was alone, he spent a long moment praying, then stopped when his stomach rumbled. Needing food, being hungry. These were new sensations for the angel. He had no idea how to cook anything, however, and turned away from Coby's cupboards and fridge, grabbing his boots to go outside.

He was on the lookout as he walked through the streets, every angelic sense focused on his surroundings. If they were going to try anything else, he was going to be ready for them. He was not sure how long he walked before he began to relax, trusting that he was not being followed. He found a street vendor and fished a note out of the pocket of his jeans to pay for a toastie. He ate as he walked, and only realised where his feet had taken him when he saw a familiar someone in just as familiar a coat walk out of a high tower a little way ahead of him.

Anael's feet slowed to a halt as he watched Jack, uncharacteristically unsure whether he wanted to see him or not.

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im_torchwood

"I just take it black," he said. "I like simple. And easy. I'm a big fan of easy."

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whispersoflove

"All right, I might be able to remember that," Anael admitted. He frowned, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Jack, I don't know that I'm going to be very easy company today." Or any time in the near future.

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im_torchwood

"Must be a hell of a weight you're carrying," he said sympathetically.

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whispersoflove

Anael huffed out a breath, as if he had tried for laughter but fallen short. A weight. That was certainly what the brand on his skin felt like. Like he had been weighed down to Earth, and now he could not go back home. Where he belonged, where his duty lay.

But he set those thoughts aside, and gave Jack a sad smile. "What I meant was, you might not enjoy my company today."

He did not mind if Jack rescinded his offer of coffee. The thought of having to make small talk made Anael want to curl up and close his eyes against the world. Admittedly, curling up against someone he loved would be much better, but he had already asked it of Coby; he would not ask it of Jack, too, despite all the feelings they had shared.

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im_torchwood

"Eh, everyone has their off days," Jack said. "I'm not going to kick you out in the cold like this. Trust me, I'll like your company just fine."

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whispersoflove

"I don't mind the cold," Anael reminded him with a small smile. "But I do like your warmth much better."

It was not actually a come-on; Anael was thinking more of the emotional warmth of Jack's heart. He could feel it even now, and it helped, to some degree.

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im_torchwood

"Why, thank you," he grinned. Jack had to stop for a light. He took the opportunity to reach over and lay his hand gently on Anael's leg.

"Whatever it is, it's going to be alright," he assured him gently.

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whispersoflove

Anael smiled at the gesture, his hand coming to cover Jack, as long as the light would allow. He turned his eyes on the man, hope, love and fear mingled in them. "Of course."

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im_torchwood

Jack gave him a squeeze before putting his hand on the wheel again.

"How bad can it be?" he asked, sounding rather rhetorical, though it did give Anael and opening.

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whispersoflove

That was actually a very good point to make. This would not upset the world as a whole; only Anael's world. Even if he could never go back, his trouble was still entirely self-centered, as long as he did not let his mysterious enemies get a hold of him. An angel's power could be used for so much - evil as well as good, and he did not trust their motives.

"You're right," he told Jack with a truer smile than he had worn until now. "It's truly not that bad."

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im_torchwood

"Yeah? Maybe not. Maybe not in the grand scheme of things, but it's got you down today."

He took a right turn and parked against the curb, the monstrosity of an SUV blocking a clear view for others trying to turn.

"Do you want to go in alone or should we both go in and sit for a bit?"

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whispersoflove

"No, I'll be back," Anael told him with a soft smile. "Black coffee. I remember." He unbuckled his belt and leaned over to press a grateful kiss to Jack's cheek, then hopped out of the SUV to walk into the Starbucks.

It took a little time, but ten minutes later, he had made good use of some more miraculous cash, and bought Jack a coffee and himself a tea, along with a piece of chocolate brownie. It had seemed like the thing to do. The drinks and cake were on one of those cardboard drink holders, so he could open the car door with one hand and hoist himself back in.

"Chocolate felt like a safe bet," he stated.

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im_torchwood

"Chocolate is always a safe bet," he grinned. He'd kept the rig running and now it was toasty warm inside. "Thank you, Hani. I appreciate it."

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whispersoflove

Anael smiled at him as he handed Jack his coffee, and took his tea, leaving the cardboard thing with the brownie in between them. But his smile hadn't seemed all there again, and he grew thoughtful for a couple of seconds, fingers curled around his drink, before looking back at Jack and telling him, "That's not the name I prefer. It's just easier to give that one to people." The smile he gave Jack now was small, but hopeful. "I'd love it if you'd call me Anael."

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im_torchwood

"Anael? You're named after an archangel?" Jack asked, though in his heart he knew that wasn't exact. Not named after. He was almost sure of it, but his mind couldn't quite wrap around what he felt was the truth.

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whispersoflove

Anael smiled at him again, soft and almost vulnerable, then reached a hand out to trace fingers down Jack's jaw, letting some of his Grace out, a warmth that was all at once physical, emotional and spiritual.

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im_torchwood

Jack groaned softly and closed his eyes. He couldn't compare the feeling to anything else he'd ever experienced. It felt perfect in a way he didn't have words to describe.

"I could get addicted to that," he confessed softly.

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whispersoflove

"You asked if it was me," Anael told him quietly, pulling his hand away to curl it back around the tea. "It is, and it is so much more than just me."

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im_torchwood

"It's amazing. I feel like I should have put two and two together, but with what I do for a living I've learned to never make assumptions," Jack said. Then he sipped the steaming hot coffee.

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whispersoflove

"I like that about you," Anael told him with a smile. There was no hint of self-consciousness in him as he added, "I like everything about you."

Because it was true, and something different from loving Jack for being part of God's Creation. He loved everyone, after all, including people he did not like.

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im_torchwood

"There's a lot about me to like," Jack quipped, his smile bright but the light in his eyes teasing.

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whispersoflove

Anael's smile was genuine, if sadder than it usually was, and he reached out to cradle Jack's face again. "You're beautiful."

He of course meant more than simply outwardly.

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im_torchwood

Jack smiled a little less fake, then turned his head to kiss Anael's palm. He closed his eyes and breathed in, tasting the air, tasting the angel more in his mind than anything else.

"Not half as much as you," he said softly.

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whispersoflove

"Well, it's a good thing we're not having a contest," Anael remarked with a soft smile. They might have both kept insisting on each other's beauty for a long time. He pulled his hand back again, fingers trailing off Jack's jaw slowly, reluctant to abandon the contact. Anael breathed in his tea, deeply, then took a sip, and glanced back at Jack. "How old are you, Jack?"