CAN ANGELS LIE? LENNOX VANDERWERKEN
“Is it nice down here?” The young angel asked Lennox Vanderwerken as they touched down, the feathers of their wings ruffling as though to shake of any dirt they may have gathered during their journey from the upper skies to the hardened earth ground.
“Your father has never brought you here?” Len asked her, turning his gaze to that angelic innocence that was familiar with all young angels.
“Oh no, he felt it was…corrupting, the influence of mortals, felt they were too emotional,” she said in a voice that was like honey. It was a lovely voice, suitable for singing, being a little low but not alluringly low.
Lennox huffed, so corrupting, yet they still assign you to me for the mere purpose of eliminating the emotional tendencies you’re already showing. “I would not like to contradict your father’s words, for they are very true. As protectors of such delicate creatures, we cannot be excessive in our selfish desires.” He scanned Riverton’s grand fountain. In the night, it was alight with the lights that edged the circular stone base. “However, Kisa, he can be incorrect sometimes.”
“Incorrect?” Kisa asked, a frown creasing her forehead. Len had heard all about her history when she had been assigned to him.
“Yes, incorrect,” he said as he turned his head, spying a cosy motel for them to rest. “Come, we must find some accommodation.”
“Accommodation, we must…rent?” Kisa’s eyes were wide in surprise at this new understanding. Len frowned, she did not know? She did not understand? Or was it because she had never actually rented before?
“When you were travelling around the world, did you not rent places with your companions?” He said gesturing with one hand for them to walk over to the motel he had seen. While Kisa was wearing a thin white dress looking relatively modern, Len knew he looked out of place. Carrying a large blade on his back, he was wearing a set of white robes, the kind that was popular in heaven.
“Um, not really,” she said, running a hand through her hair. The sleeve of her dress slipped down her upper arm revealing a patchwork of white and light brown scars. Len made no comment about the scars, he had been instructed to slowly uncover the story of her year away from home piece by piece. It was amongst one of the things he had to attend to in order to mentor her properly. She was not…like all the other angels anyway.
Truth, “I see, well since it’s too late to find the real estate, it is the more appropriate option. Tomorrow, we will be moving in, in a manner of speaking, into the home that has been organised for us.” Lennox pushed the door of the motel office open and looking faintly blank, he pressed the bell on the counter. Next to him, he noted the way Kisa’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the quality of this office.
Lennox had often made frequent trips down to Earth for a variety of different reasons but he had never stayed more than a night so he had gotten used to checking into whatever motel was available. Pleasant or not, he wasn’t bothered.
Smiling faintly at the manager who walked into the office, yawning and looking as old as their hair, grey and lined, perhaps mid-fifties? The man’s eyes roamed over Lennox taking no note of anything unusual except the blade strapped to his back before looking over at Kisa, who certainly held more of his attention no doubt for her wavy blue-turquoise tresses, before his eyes dared to trail down. Kisa too immersed in staring at her surroundings left it to Len to defend her honour. He wondered if she even noticed, wearing a dress cut as low as hers was (albeit covering everything perfectly), revealing the line of five blue gems set in her chest. The teardrop shaped gem in the centre, right below the joint of her collarbones. One each side of this gem, set two smaller gems that lined the collarbone. Now, Len knew the story behind the gems, they were related to her parentage, but he was to pretend he didn’t know anything.