Near Angels

Angel Sebastian wears a red suit. He wears silver boots. He has Gossamer wings. A million pair entwined together.

Sebastian's co-angel is Girl Angel wears white. Her complexion is white. She wears her blonde hair shaggy, like its just been caught in the wind. He blues eyes are pale and rarely seen. She is the shiest of all the angels. Sebastian’s six and a half feet, and proportionate body, sleek and muscled, is more than enough to keep her safe, when their charge makes demands.

Near Angels to Ignatius, Aloysius, Loquacious and Epiphany. As are co-angels Entendre and Dilis. The circle grows.

Angel Entendre – must be carful to be clear. She's a tart when she's under the influence of some upper or downer. A high class tart, but a tart non the less.

Angel Dilis – very energetic young carefree angel, A young stallion, light and beautiful, fine and lean. The very essence of Puck. Dilis keeps Entendre safe.

Near Angels, those of companion charges, can only look on, tutting their only power really, when near angels misbehave.

There’s no precedent, no boy angel has behaved so defiantly, as Aloysius. It has been deemed, in abstention, by the angel council that first Aloysius must actively seek Ignatius’ forgiveness and then he must wait for Ignatius’ response. As there is no precedent for this, Ignatius can respond in any way he pleases. And if he rejects Aloysius, there will be a schism in the angel kingdom and no angel really knows what will happen after that.

The echoes of the tutting angels can bee heard floating all about.

Maybe Entendre and Dilis can only watch from the sidelines, eating grapes. Dillis is the stoner. Entendre is the drinker. Both cross that another region is threatening the world. Conscience floating in every atom, eventually it must get in.

Angel Betrayal

Tall, dark-haired Angel Ignatius and brown, shaggy-haired Angel Aloysius sleep together in their feathered nest in their moss cave, every night. Aloysius is in Ignatius’ arms, their wings wrapped around each other. Two beautiful lovers, eyes closed, at peace, betrothed to each other, since the day they met. Love at first sight, as it works for all angels.

It is how the angel world sleeps peacefully, everyone in love. It's a delicate equilibrium that takes energy to maintain. Love is dictated by personalities not gender. Total freedom rules. But you don't mess with someone's mate, Angels mate for life, which for them, is forever. All are beautiful, someone for everyone, it has been decreed. Angel law number 1. There is natural balance in the angel kingdom, this law must be maintained, more so than obeyed. It is the angel life-blood.

I don’t ask a lot of my angels, so they have a lot of spare time on their hands. The other angels joke that Ignatius, Aloysius, Loquacious and Epiphany have the easiest gig in the angel world.

Lately, naughty Aloysius has been sleeping with young smouldering dark-haired Angel Angelo, against all angel rules. Angelo hasn't mated yet, he's only just left his mother, Angel Maria. He's only just gained adult angelhood. They are disobeying their own angel code, no good can come of this. Aloysius and Angelo are flying to the dark place to have unprotected sex with each other. Ignatius can feel it, when the two misbehave, as lover angels they share more than a bond, they share their soul.

They do have a current assignment though, I have asked them to find James for me. They should be busy scouting around, all four of them.

Shall I clap my hands?

Ignatius sleeps on his own, at night, he is heart broken, but he is too proud to admit it. He slips silently away at night without a word. He has the thoughts of all the angels, who all disapprove of Aloysius and Angelo, who keep their eye on Ignatius, sending him love.

Raven-haired beauty Angel Loquacious sends Nordic blond Angel Sebastian to sleep with Ignatius. Sebastian flies down to Ignatius in the dark of night and wraps his big strong wings around him, there on the moss in the cave. Of course, Sebastian can only offer comfort, as his heart is with Loquacious, he can’t offer the physical comfort Aloysius offers Ignatius, which is what Ignatius most craves.

Angel Sebastian usually sleeps with Loquacious, on a giant lily pad on the lake, with the full approval of the Angel Council, as Sebastian is one of only two angels in whose arms Loquacious stops talking and slips away to slumber. And they are in love, they only have eyes for each other, all the angels can see that. Sebastian’s girl co-angel usually sleeps with Angel Epiphany in the tree house, on velvet cushions. Loquacious sleeps with Epiphany, the only other angel in whose arms Loquacious stops talking for sleep, and Sebastian’s co girl angel, while Sebastian is comforting Ignatius, in these difficult times.

These sleeping arrangements are also allowed because Sebastian and his co girl angel are the angels of somebody close to me, I don’t know who, my dreams don’t extend passed my story, so they are never far from their charge. In all my dreams of angels, Sebastian’s co girl-angel’s name has never been revealed to me, I don’t know why?

But, Aloysius and Angelo are sneaking away from their charges to be together. The whole angel kingdom disapproves. Angel disapproval lays heavily on angels, to have the whole angel kingdom down on them must be excruciating for the two recalcitrant boy angels. Such disapproval will eventually turn a bad angel back to good, otherwise they will sicken and die. But as angels are immortal; good intentions will eventually win out.

When Aloysius scampers back during the daylight hours, his three co-angels give him the cold shoulder. Ignatius acts business-as-usual, clipped and to the point. Secretly, he is pleased to see his lover and as their emotions are tied, he feels lighter and brighter when Aloysius is around. The two girls are seething, Loquacious vocally, Epiphany cold as steel, almost silent, but Aloysius is sulky, pissed off, drunk on Angelo, and doesn’t seem to care. Epiphany kisses Loquacious long and slow to calm her anger.

Angel Ignatius, with his black tights and hairy chest, his silver wings and dazzling, blue eyes, instructs Aloysius to sleep by himself by the lake, when night falls, the only materialisation of Ignatius’ anger.

“You need to make some decision, Al. Until then, I don’t want you near me,” says Ignatius. His eyes watering and chin dimpling in pain. A pointed finger and attitude that says don’t fuck with me.

Aloysius’ eyes are sad as they lay sulkily on his muscular arm, lying on the shore of the Sapphire Lake. Leather pants stretched across his muscular arse, leather harness across he broad shoulders – he doesn’t even have the good sense to change from his Angelo play cloths when he returns home – brown shaggy hair, wavy down his neck. Plaintive eyes looking up at his cave, he’s forbidden to enter. Messy fringe, unblemished skin, dimpled chin. Green eyes burning like emeralds.

Both angels sleep uneasily.

Angel Sebastian returns to Loquacious with two flaps of his golden wings. And the whole angel kingdom holds is breath in anticipation.

Angels are Listening

Loquacious sat in front of Epiphany, her head tilted slightly backwards. Epiphany brushed her long hair with languid strokes. The warm spring water lapped at her feet, gently washing her porcelain toes clean.

Loquacious gently rubbed her fingers through the sand in slow ‘s’ patterns.

“I don’t know,” said Loquacious. “All this sitting around, sure it’s relaxing. Sure it’s nice not to be hurried, or over-taxed, for that matter, but really, shouldn’t we be doing more?”

“I’m sure it will come,” said Epiphany. “He has good people around him, after all. Good people who will point him in the right direction. Set him on the right path, so to speak.

Epiphany raised her eyebrows. Loquacious opened her mouth to speak, but shrugged and smiled, instead.

Above them was sapphire above milky white clouds, floating passed, Loquacious looked up at them longingly. Flying above the clouds bought back treasured memories.

“It’s not even for myself that I am concerned, or you, as I am for those naughty boys,” sighed Loquacious. “Where are they now, do you think?”

“Oh, Aloysius went down to the Valley of Sons to speak to Antonio,” said Epiphany. “I suggested to Ignatius that he went along too, you know, just to keep an eye on things.”

“But that was days ago.”

“Yes,” said Epiphany. She ran the brush right to the tips of Loquacious’ hair. It sparkled in the sun light, golden. “Yes, it was. Those two have no concept of time, you know that.”

Epiphany stroked down with the brush, rhythmically. They were both still, otherwise, caught in the moment. Their faces were reflective, serene and still. The stillness that comes with deep understanding and deep love.

“They could have got up to any kind of mischief by now,” said Loquacious. “I don’t know, maybe it’s me, but I worry about those two with so much time on their hands and so few demands upon it. Always up to something. Always looking for something to do. All that restless energy.”

“You only need to trust... them too.”

Loquacious shook her hair freely, shiny and glistening and laid her head back into Epiphany’s lap.

The sun was a golden orb against the sapphire blue. Time slowed.

“Wait, wait,” said Epiphany. “What was that?” Loquacious looked up at her. She looked away and squinted her eyes, as though she was listening to something far away. “I think he’s talking about us. Acknowledging us. Yes. Yes, I’m sure.”

Loquacious sat up, she turned to look at Epiphany, her eyes were wide with surprise. “What? About us?” She raised her hand to her slender neck and smiled broadly. “Finally? Really? Oh my, how amazing. Do you think he gets it? Realises.”

“He is. Yes, he is,” said Epiphany. “He truly is.”

“Oh my,” said Loquacious. “Goodness. Finally.” She smiled. “Oh my, my, my, after all these years, to be acknowledged. To be spoken of. To be known, do I dare? Who told him, do you think?”

“I think you know who told him.”

“Yes, yes,” said Loquacious. “Precisely.” She rubbed her hand across Epiphany’s beautiful face. “You always knew.” She leant forward gently and kissed Epiphany on the lips. “You smell sweet.” She raised her shoulders and swept her open hands through the air. “I’m so excited.”

“So do you,” said Epiphany. “Smell sweet.” She kissed Loquacious on the forehead, the bridge of the nose and on the lips, with slow tender kisses.

“Butterflies,” said Loquacious.

“Faeries,” said Epiphany.

Then the wind whistled, blowing down over them, stronger and then stronger again. A steady gust, singing like chimes, smelling like lavender, cool on their skin, imbued with glitter. Aloysius came flying through the sapphire, with Ignatius, holding his hand, as they always did when they flew. Aloysius leading, his dark hair parted across his forehead, Ignatius’ blonde hair rustling on the breeze, catching the sun.

The two boys landed gently, with no sound and with no pressure from their ballet slippers on the emerald ground.

“Look lively,” said Aloysius. “He’s talking to us, putting in a request for us to deliver on a desire.” He smiled. “Finally. Who’d have thought.”

“Positive affirmations, at last,” said Ignatius. “Do you believe it? Can you believe it?” He danced a waltz on the spot.

Ignatius smiled at Loquacious and Epiphany, as he hugged Aloysius from behind. Aloysius smiled at the girls also, strong and proud.

“We have a mission,” said Aloysius excitedly, his green eyes sparkling. Ignatius hugged him tenderly, rubbing his face into the small of Aloysius’ shoulder, as he stretched his arms across Aloysius’ chest.

“How long have we been waiting for this day?” said Aloysius.

“He has asked, finally,” said Loquacious.

“We must go,” said Epiphany.

The two boys smiled in front of them, standing up straight. “Yes, we must go,” the two said in unison.

At that very moment the Wind Faery appeared in front of them. Her Mother of Pearl wings beating behind her, as she flew backwards up into the sapphire yonder. She moved her hands to her lips and blew through her fingers back at the angels and then she was gone, as quickly as she appeared. The wind blew gently around each angel’s ears.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

All four smiled, as they knew who it was from.

The Xmas Angel

Beautiful Angel

Sexy God Fucker

Saint Germaine and Angel Sebastian had a thing for Jesus.

Apparently, the J man was the hottest boy in the seminary.

Up in the hills, where they contemplated daily to the universe.

Togas made of muslin, ivy circles for their heads.

Before the halo. Before the wings. Before the fishes, before the bread.