I'm Lost? [ALEXIEL]

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Things had started off great today and were slowly getting worse. He had slowly found his way to the hospital, but had no idea what to do. Where did he go? After going to the wrong part of the hospital instead of the emergency room, Alek was finally seen to about an hour or so after he’d left the house. It turned out that his hand was not only broken, but infected as well. They had to give him medicine to heal the infection as well as set the bones in his hands. They had asked him what he’d done to get this much damage but couldn’t give a proper answer, instead, he ignored the question, screaming in pain as the setting was done.

Upon leaving the hospital, he had received directions to the closest bookstore but they were closed for some reason. Apparently, the owner was murdered last night. So instead he tried to ask people how to get to the library but had shied away from many people even having to run away as they thought he was too shy and innocent to be a master. They weren’t taking him away, Zadkiel would go ballistic once he found him for not going back to the house with what he’d requested.

It took him another hour and a half of wandering around town before he found the library. His feet were so sore since the only pair of shoes that did fit him in the house were too big and didn’t fit right when he walked in them. But he had errands to run. He needed to get books and then dog food, wherever he was going to find that that is. Walking into the library, Alek’s mouth hung open at the sight of all the books. He’d never seen so many books in his life. About to walk into the library to take the books, he couldn’t seem to get past this metal stopper that prevented people from entering the actual book portion of the library without a card. Looking around for help, Alek saw someone’s figure behind a desk. Maybe they could help him. Upon approaching the person in question, all he could see was the back of their person and he had to sound hopeful as he gasped slightly. This person had wings. Just like Zadkiel! Maybe this person was another angel! Walking quickly over to the counter, the person’s back still being the only parts of the body he could see, he placed his slightly casted arm as well as his good one on top of the laminated wood.

“Excuse me. Do you know how I get to the books. This metal device won’t let me in.” Alek had never been to a library before, he had no idea how to take books out or anything. He didn’t even know about library cards.

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[Alexiel BookMan]

It hadn't been a challenging day so far, and Alexiel had to admit he had become a little bored. The librarian was still ill so he was in charge again, unable to leave to explore the outside world today he had grabbed several books on the city and where not to go before sitting back behind his desk with a small sigh. He had already finished one book by the time he noticed a lady asking him about baby books, which he pointed at and she followed his directions rather than being led. He had noticed a lot of women would rather be given directions than being directly shown there by the winged, shirtless red eyes mara sitting behind the front desk. Why couldn't they just accept him? Honestly. He really had no idea of the time when he heard someone struggling with the metal machines, and when he heard a rather hopeful voice behind him he turned around on his chair.

He had a friendly grin on his face as he looked towards Alek, looking pleased that once again someone wanted to talk to him. "You need a library card to get through. If you haven't got one I can do it for you?" His voice was friendly also, and putting down the book he had been scanning his fingers twitched, trying their hardest not to touch the other man who was now so close. He made sure not to look him directly in the eyes though, that put most people off and made him feel a little too uncomfortable. "All i'll need is your name and your address and you can get out as many as you like!" Of course, this wasn't completely the truth, but no one ever wanted to take out more than 15 books at a time, that wasn't the best of ideas. He noticed Alek's hand was bandaged though and he stared, he felt horrid for a few minutes, he knew had bad casts could be.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

As the man turned around to face him, a friendly grin on his face, Alek noticed the eyes. He couldn’t see them directly as he didn’t completely look at Alek but the crimson red eyes shocked him a bit. Pulling away slightly, he looked a little frightened. This man was shirtless, had wings and blood red eyes. Did other library members not find him frightening? You needed a card to get in? What kind of card could do that? Was it like a playing card? Nodding his head, Alek placed the paper and the wallet on the counter. The man didn’t look him directly in the eyes and Alek bent down a bit more, timidly, to try to get a better look at him. He was shocked and maybe a little scared, but what was wrong with his eyes? Zadkiel didn’t have anything like that wrong with him. Alek didn’t know anything about angels on earth, so he wondered if this was a normal thing or not.

Name, easy, address, uh . . . Alek didn’t know the address. Digging through the wallet, Alek searched for anything that would have the letters st. on it. Finding something, he handed it over, which was for the address of where the owner of the wallet had worked, but Alek didn’t know that and this man probably wouldn’t either. “My name is Aleksandr Orlov,” still trying to get a better look at his eyes, Alek noticed him staring at the cast. It only covered a portion of his hand but it wasn’t anything abnormal. People got casts all the time right?

Too curious to ignore it any more, he had to find out what was up with his eyes. “Excuse me, but what is wrong with your eyes. Is it an infection?” He was still trying to get a good look at him. Did all angels look like this because, Zadkiel didn’t. Alek was really confused now. Shifting a little closer, to look up at the taller man, still trying to see the red orbs.

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[Alexiel BookMan]

Alexiel took a few minutes before noting the man's name and writing it down, as best as he could spell it onto a piece of paper below him, mouthing out the letters as he did so. It can't have been a name from anywhere around him, the boy was defiantly a slave from somewhere else. He guessed he was a slave by the collar that held so proudly around his neck, a mark of... wings were they? The mara was sure he recognized the symbol but he couldn't place it and he looked at the paper that had been pushed toward shim, copying the address he found there. "Nice to meet You Aleksandr! I'm Alexiel! But you can call me Alex if you want, a lot of people do..." He noted their names would sound far too similar if the man also wanted to shorten his name.

It was the next question that struck the mara greatly and he looked up, directly into the other man's eyes with some shock. He was embarrassed, and more so, he was a little hurt. "There is nothing wrong with my eyes!" He defended, rather quietly for someone who was once rather happy and loud. He looked quickly away from the man again, not liking the eye contact and looking down at his own hands that were fiddling with each other now. "I.... I'm a mara... An angel that went wrong. We all have red eyes..." He sounded a little defeated, knowing all too well this would lead on to more questions about his coming of existence and how on earth could an angel go wrong.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Alexiel. Odd name. He was meeting a lot of people with odd names. English names sounded odd to him but these couldn’t be English names. What he didn’t expect next was that he’d hurt the man’s feelings. “That’s not what I meant Lex, I meant, because you’re an angel and they don’t have red eyes . . .” he trailed off before he heard the response. Smiling kindly, he moved his hands over to the papers, pulling them in front of him. “Actually, then can you help me? My master sent me here to find any books on—he looked down to read his Russian as well as push the paper toward Alex hoping he’d be able to read his master’s writing—the apocalypse and how angels are made. But if you were supposed to be an angel, how are you wrong?” Alek looked genuinely concerned, curious and intrigued by this mara. Smiling gently to him, he hoped he hadn’t offended him again.

“You don’t look wrong to me. You’re really nice, so, why are you a mara?” Alek’s interpretation of angels were sweet, kind and merciful creatures that wanted to help humans but his master had proven him wrong there. He knew there was something wrong with his master that’s why he was sent down before the others as he’d heard him mumbling, but why would Alex not be an angel? There was nothing that Alek could see wrong with him. Maybe Alex was like himself. He didn’t look wrong, but maybe physically, he was.

Maybe Aleksandr was doing this wrong. Clearing his throat and shifting closer, he needed help finding what he was looking for. This wasn’t a Russian library, he’d have to know how to read the titles of these books and know if they were talking about what he wanted or not. Alek didn’t want to know what would happen if he got books that his master didn’t need. “Please, can you help me find what I’m looking for. I don’t know how to read English well and I need to find these books or else my master won’t be happy,” Alek lowered his head and fidgeted his fingers on the counter. He didn’t want to be punished again. It was thankful that he would still be able to play the keyboard with his still broken hand, but he didn’t want to know what would happen if his master punished him and his hands or anything else for that matter, wasn’t able to function again.

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[Alexiel BookMan]

Alexiel did seem rather confused by this boy. He didn't seem that scared of him now, more curious and the simple pleasure seemed to cheer him up a little, if not more than he thought it would. He was happy to help and watched as Alek looked through the piece of paper he had pulled out; he seemed to be having a little trouble reading it at first but when faced with the subjects the mara looked utterly stumped, what strange things to look for in a library. He himself had tried to keep well clear of those things, getting a little too jealous of real angels and what they were seen as, but he smiled along when he was referred to as an angel. "Sometimes, there are a few mistakes made. My eyes, of course, but there were other reasons..." He seemed to have a sad smile now, not really want to mention: I wouldn't do what I was created for. "But thank you, I like to think I'm a nice guy~"

This was indeed a strange meeting, and despite his hands twitching to touch the other man he restrained for now, staring down at his own hands to keep them in place. He seemed to beam when the other man asked him to help, and after a quick fight with the computer a small library card was printed and he held it out for Alek to take, making sure to brush his finger along the other man's hand, he just couldn't help himself. But he seemed to run from behind the desk, taking up the piece of paper he had been handed. The writing was terrible, even worse than his but he could make out some of it and looking around he began to try and figure out where these kind of books would be. "Don't worry, We'll get your master happy with loads of books!" He almost purred, heading in the general direction of 'biblical' books. "I'll help you as long as you need it!"

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Alek could tell that this was a subject Alexiel didn’t talk about often. It wasn’t something he liked to talk about either; how he wasn’t a perfect human similar to how Alex wasn’t a perfect angel. Alek was still considered human because even with his disfigured body, he was not a different species because of it. He felt horrible for mentioning it now. He should have shown more restraint and respected his personal space. Asking questions that could be personally intrusive was a bad thing to do. He would have to remember how to word his questions properly again. Translating into English wasn’t always the easiest of things. However, he was fairly decent at speaking English.

Alex handed the card over and Alek took it, saying a small ‘thank you’ before feeling their fingers brush against each other. Tensing a bit, he averted his eyes downward. It was only a brush of their fingers, nothing bad. He had barely touched him, and it was probably an accident. Smiling, he looked hopefully to the man. Please, let Alexiel be able to read what Zadkiel had written. Smiling wider, he was at a loss for words. “Thank you so much. Also, for my own personal research, you wouldn’t happen to have anything in Russian, about angels, would you?” he followed after Alex, bursting with happiness at finding the help he needed.

Before completely leaving the front desk however, he did grab a pen and some paper he’d seen so he could take notes on what each book Alexiel grabbed for him would have in relevance to what his master had asked for. He also wanted to be able to remember what they were called and could translate the names into Russian if it helped him out. Although Alek had asked if they had any Russian books about angels, he doubted they would. The fact that he was so far from Russia meant finding books in his language got harder and harder. Alek had also grabbed the paper and a pen so he could ask Alexiel questions. He was a mara, and that had to mean something right? He didn’t know if they would have any books on maras since Alek hadn’t even known that angels could be made wrong. But he would save those questions for a little later after Alex had helped him a bit more. There was no point swamping him in questions and asking for help at the same time.

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[Alexiel BookMan]

Staring off into the many bookshelves Alexiel seemed to wonder. There were a few books he knew of to do with angels, that might be the best place to start but he seemed easily distracted by Alek and the question of Russian. “Um. We might be able to find you something in Russian.” He began to let his feet carry him towards the foreign language section which wasn’t too far away from the entrance in the library and began fingering at the shelves with some thought. “There are Russian books... if they are on angels or not I can’t tell, I’m not good at languages.” He seemed a little disappointed in himself because of this, he had been here for a long time and yet he hadn’t taught himself anything other than English; he’d have to start learning soon if he wanted to get to know more people. “Stay here...” He muttered, leaving the other man to have a look through what they did have as he walked off.

He seemed to pass the shelves at a brilliant speed, knowing exactly where he was going as he located the first book within only a few minutes, staring at it’s cover for a few minutes before frowning. There was a brilliant blonde angel on the front, with gleaming green eyes and wonderfully white wings; Alexiel felt the horrible twinge of jealousy arise in him and he tried not to look at the cover again, scouting for the second book, which wasn’t too far away from the first. Another beautiful angel stared at him and he walked back over to Alek, smiling and showing off what he had found, rather proud he could help already. “That’s two, but the apocalypse ones might be a little harder to find.” He looked again at the piece of paper he had been given and began to study the writing more closely, readings the next was ‘Dante’s inferno’. Hm, that didn’t sound like a happy book at all.

[Aleksandr Orlov]

Alek followed the mara and couldn’t help but stare at the wings on his back. They looked so similar to Zadkiel’s. How was it that red eyes could so simply place these two creatures apart? Red eyes weren’t that big of a deal, if you think about it. Out of all the mistakes that a god could make, red eyes were nothing. Angels are supposed to stay in heaven and humans only see them once they die. Since he’d already be dead, meeting an angel with red eyes wouldn’t be so terrifying.

Alek stayed put, where he was told, in the Russian section. These books were all in his native-tongue, pulling some of the books out and looking at their covers, he felt happy to be able to read again without difficulties. Soon enough, Alexiel returned with two that were about angels and he smiled. So happy with the find, Alek didn’t realise what Alex had said. “Oh, is it that hard to find books on these topics? I hope there are some,” Smiling to the man, he looked at the paper. Would it still be hard to find books on the apocalypse?

“See, my master is an angel, but he won’t tell me anything about himself. So I thought I might be able to find out in here. But I don’t want him to know, so that’s why I’d asked for Russian. I'm so happy that you have books in Russian,” Alek felt nervous, explaining himself. He didn’t need to explain himself but felt better that he did. There was no point confusing Alex when he was trying to help him. “My master, however, would still like books on how angels are created and the apocalypse in English, if that makes it easier to find. Unless there are none, then I'm afraid to find out what he'd say,” Moving closer to Alex, looking over his shoulder at the paper, wondering if he was able to make out the writing, Alek once again thought about the wings. If Alex was made wrong, why did he still have wings?

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