Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ The Twelve Days of Christmas ❯ Calling Birds ( Chapter 4 )

AN: I adore this one. (oh, the vanity; will anyone even review if I say something so rude...?) But I do; it's all cute and angsty and fluffy... Heh hem. This one is Sevi/Metatron (probably not in a romantic way, heh), and it plays around a lot with the actual wording of the verse as well as the symbolism. `Four calling birds' symbolizes the four gospels or evangelists, and even before I decided that there would be birds involved I had picked this one for Sevi and Meta-chan, because they see the world in so many different ways at once - spoiler alert! - Sevi is also Layla, and Metatron has Sandalphon's consciousness in his head as well (more or less). ...Pushing it a bit, I know, heh, but oh well. Pay extra-special attention, because something that's mentioned in this chapter will come up again sometime soon (come to think of it, the same could possibly said for something in chapter one, but that won't come up until way later...).

 

Four x Calling Birds

 

The sister on the bench was shivering rather violently. Metatron didn't seem to mind the lightly falling snow at all - but then again, he had been much better bundled up. The poor girl's mind had obviously been totally on him as she had been preparing to take him out, but of course the consequences of ignoring his well-being in favor of her own would have been far worse than catching a cold.

 

The tiny seraph was watching the birds with an expression of simple bliss. Somebody had scattered seeds on the ground a short distance from the bench, and nearly twenty fat, white-bellied little gray birds were fluttering and bickering over the black streak. They suddenly scattered, however, as a shadow fell over the blond boy.

 

The boy glanced up, and his face broke into a huge grin. “Sevy! You did come, yay!”

 

Sevothtarte gazed down at the trembling sister for a moment before murmuring a dismissal to her and taking her place beside Metatron. “Is this really what you wanted to show me?” he asked, in a voice laced with wry amusement. “Seeds on the ground? Just because it's Christmas doesn't mean I'm not busy, you know...”

 

Metatron shook his head earnestly. “Nuh-uh! Just watch.”

 

Though it was true that he had better things he could be doing, something made Sevy decide to humor the boy. The cold didn't really bother him either, even though snow was gathering on his long white hair. Metatron slipped his mittened hand into Sevy's gloved one; the Prime Minister of Heaven stared at this for a few moments, but gradually the warmth began to seep through the two layers of cloth, and he let it be.

 

One of the fluffed-up, nondescript gray birds came down amongst the seeds again at last. It was quickly followed by another, and another - by more like itself, but also by proud red robins and nervous chickadees that would never touch the ground for more than a moment. Metatron tightened his grip on Sevothtarte's hand in excitement. “Look, Sevy,” he said, as if he wasn't looking already, “aren't they cute?”

 

Sevy arched an eyebrow. “You act as if you've never seen birds before,” he chided, but Metatron just beamed up at him.

 

“Yeah, but - they're so happy!”

 

Sevy watched the birds in silence for a while, as they pecked away at that one splash of black in the middle of all the perfect whiteness. Metatron kicked his feet beside him for a bit, and then, with a childish impulsiveness, let go of his hand to move over and snuggle up underneath his arm instead. “Sevy,” he mumbled, “I wish you would sing something. You sang a really pretty Christmas song once, something from way down on Earth... I can almost remember...”

 

Because he had almost bitten his tongue in shock, Sevy made no reply. He merely stroked the boy's hair for a long time, feeling some ghost of his warmth through his gloves as the white, white snow came down around them.

 

TCB