Library

@c. vernon "Hey, what are your arms for if not to protect us?!" With a heavy pout, Seungkwan attempts to break away from the other only to get dragged into a hug. The action itself startled the young angel before he quickly regains his senses and thank the Creater for that or else he really would've made a fool out of himself! With his quick reflexes and complete trust in the archangel, Seungkwan allows Vernon to guide them down to the forest in what seems to be the most extravagant and extra way ever. He really couldn't of have just flew us down like normal angels? Leave it up to Nonnie. Seungkwan though fondly in his mind before he settled into a more comfortable flight at the lower level. "I found this really neat place in the forest... You're gonna love it." With the knowledge and experience, Seungkwan always tried to show places to Cernon only to have the archangel tell him that he's been there before. So perhaps, this time, Seungkwan really found somewhere that Vernon has never been! He wants to make it their spot, their hangout, like how the human children have treehouses that only they have access to! With that said, Seungkwan takes the lead again, gently tugging the other behind him.

@b. seungkwan "You act like you want to be in my arms..." Vernon couldn't bring himself to look directly at Seungkwan as he said this, but the grip of his hand around the other's didn't falter for even a second, quite aware that where they were was more fit for someone of his age and stamina, rather than the relatively young angel that was so close to him in this moment. "The forest... Sounds good, though. The mortal realm doesn't seem like I would fit in. Humans are as different to me as sea turtles are to you, Boo." Seeing no more point in dallying on their trip away from prying eyes, the archangel took the other into his arms for a moment, giving Seungkwan a tight hug before the fun really began. Vernon took the lead once more, swirling them in midair, and taking a swan dive, barreling back towards the clouds that upheld their celestial lands. Swooping this way and that around the various places that they could have gone, he let Seungkwan breathe and fall out of his grip once they were near enough to the 'ground' and the forest for him to fly on his own, unaided.

@c. vernon "Eh I wouldnt know. I'm only saying what the mortals are saying down there," the sight of Vernon smirking at him made him pause. He's never seen that before, well ok, he's seen it but rarely and it always riles him up inside, making his heart race from such a look. With another shake of his head, Seungkwan stops in midair, deeming them high enough above normal flight zones. Most angels dont fly this high up, especially lower angels like himself. His wings just simply arent fit to battle against the harsh winds that are up here but with Vernon by his side, he wasn't too worried. "I was thinking that we can go to the forest? But now that you speak about it, getting carried by you after flying around too much sounds pretty darn good too," the younger teased Vernon before shaking his head to show that he was joking. "I was going to bring you to the mortal world but I figured you might just lose your mind and flip out. So I decided not to. Maybe next time?"

@b. seungkwan "You sound like you might have enjoyed on the human plane of existence..." Vernon smirked just a little as he let his wings unfurl, already sure that this day would not get any easier with Seungkwan around. When the other's wings unfurled, Vernon's followed in short order allowing him to rise into the sky. It was a good thing they'd given up on wearing robes long ago, otherwise he'd be giving some poor soul a very open show. Checking his own scabbard to make sure he'd tied it securely to his hips, Vernon let his large wings carry them higher towards the sun, the mythical flight of Icarus, but without any ending in sight or melting feathers. Just exhilaration and sun, bright and clear skies, and Seungkwan by his side. Life couldn't be any better in this moment. "Where next? Or shall we just fly around until you're exhausted and I have to carry you home."

@c. vernon Seungkwan, undisturbed by the sudden skinship he shared with the archangel as it was such a normal thing for him during his human lifetime, pulls the male closer to him. "Right right. No here. But there's in the human world," with another laugh, the angel flicks out his wings behind himself and looks over at the other. "Hmm, you can say that?" Truth be told, Seungkwan has no idea where he wanted to bring the other. He was only planning on getting the archangel out of this boring old place and maybe out into the forest where they can play and be a little more relaxed with each other. He hates how he must be polite and well mannered with such a good friend just because he's a higher level. Without another word, his wings sent him soaring into the ceiling exit of the library, dragging the poor archangel after him.

@b. seungkwan Trying to catch up with the speed of the other's words while his own mind was working in slow motion - still processing the touches, of course - it was a genuine, heart stopping moment to find Seungkwan snuggled into his side. Even if it was only a little bit, or only a few minutes he was graced with the touch, Vernon could feel his pulse race, sweat starting to dot his hairline. He was already a warm body, warmer than most, and the addition of Seungkwan's warmth to his own was pleasant, like wearing a warm cloak in the cold of storms that the Creator brought down on the world. "I appreciate that. Even though would have no place in Heaven, as you know." Reaching up to take the smaller hand of the angel, the archangel carefully wound their fingers into one another's, and stood with ease, shifting around the scabbard that held his sword to rest against his leg instead of impeding his wings behind him. "What is this something you have in mind? Something of similar creation as your human trinkets?" Vernon asked, tone light and teasing despite the circumstances that were making him more enamored of the lower ranked angel by the moment.

@c. vernon Startled, Seungkwan stops his rambling all together when Vernon's large hands pat his thighs. A place that society doesn't deem as normal to randomly touch unless the relationship is high up. Unsure of what to say, Seungkwan to shoots a shy smile at the archangel before shifting to reorientate himself. "Uhhh... Proofread? Pick up new hobbies? Practice?" the angel offered, his round cheeks puffing out as he jabs a finger at the intimidating sword behind Vernon. "Besides, aren't you tired of being covered in dust all day long? It isn't tiring?" With another shift, Seungkwan finds himself leaning comfortably against the other, not caring too much about personal space at this point. "Yeah, no problem. Not like I was going to let you out into the heavens looking like you've been snorting ," with a sly smirk, Seungkwan pokes at the other's side before bouncing up on his feet, holding his hand out for the archangel. "Come, I wanna show you something."

@b. seungkwan Vernon's eyes widened in shock and surprise, before settling back into the content little smile he'd learned to utilize when it came to Seungkwan. Everything was so surprising that he couldn't even be truly surprised anymore, not when Kwan got into these moods. The only thing that ever caught him off guard was the times when these diatribes were launched into. Gently, he patted the other male's thigh a few times. "If I can make my notes with such speed, then what else will I do with my downtime? That's when hands grow idle, and begin to itch to do mischievous things." He answered sagely, doing his best to hide the chuckle that threatened to bubble up behind his words. It was like they were two different species, really - Until the moment that soft hands caressed his cheeks, making Vernon's breath catch in his throat, coming out as a strangled croak. He didn't know what to do with himself, even after the sweet touch was gone, leaving only his flushed face and the faltering of Vernon's speech. "Uh, Thank you, Boo..." He managed to stammer out in a quiet whisper.

@c. vernon Seungkwan merely gasp out at such words from the other, putting his mobile device aside so he can really explain such thing with both hands waving around the air animately as he speaks. "Right right. But imagine this Vernon. The amount of time it takes you to put pressure into one word, can be easily written with almost no pressure on a modern tablet!! And and, the best part yet. When you make a mistake or want to rephrase it, you can easily undo it! And!" the younger explains, already getting amped up by it. "Think about all the words you can write with such speed! You'll get double the notes taken down so are you really idle?" With a satisfied smirk, the angel leans back with a nod, eyes still glinting with excitement only to laugh when Vernon proceeds to rub more dust onto his face. "Wait hold up, let me. Your hands are all dirty from that ancient way of writing," with that said, Seungkwan scoots closer so he can cup the archangel's cheeks, thumb brushing away the dust that was rubbed on by accident. "There, all better," the younger whispered out, pulling away to smile shyly at Vernon.

@b. seungkwan "It's alright..." Vernon sighed, even though it wasn't. It was far from alright to deny himself the wonderful sight of the other's toothy grin and earnest joy that came simply from them being together; and just plain rude to have to allow the other to think his affections weren't returned. "That... That sounds far too simple to be enjoyable." Vernon's eyes narrowed down at the device as he thought on Seungkwan's words. "Where is the hard work? The labor we are supposed to put in our work? Idle hands are the devil's playground, you know." He stated with some air of finality, eyes finally lifting to match the other's, only to see the angel staring at him, causing Vernon to immediately duck his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I must have dust on my face... There's no need to stare." The archangel said, running his palms all along his jawline and cheeks to rub away whatever imaginary dust remained.

@c. vernon Seungkwan can see the redness that blooms on the older's cheek as a silly smile stretches across his soft features from such a sight. Though, the smile falters when such sharp words reach his ears. How was he supposed to react to that? I suppose not everyone wants to be close to you, Seungkwan scolds himself in his mind before clearing his throat. "R-Right.. Sorry Vernon. I took it too far. Again." Shifting, he fiddles with the phone in his hand as the archangel talks about the different lanuages before waving his hand to dismiss such worries from the ancient creature before him. "Bro, you can write your notes with your own fingers! Well um- Maybe not as easily on his device but an tablet- Not a stone tablet but a tablet the humans have? It saves as a picture. It's pretty cool." Seungkwan nods, crossing his legs under him as he peers up at the other. The younger can't help but take in the features of Vernon before him. In all the times that they've been hanging out, Seungkwan has never really looked at the other this closely before.

@b. seungkwan Despite the utter ridiculousness of the nickname, Vernon could feel heat rising to his cheeks. The mashup of their names sparked something inside of him; something latent but very earnest and warm. Something he was not supposed to have - well, none of them were, but this was why he'd sided with the Seraphim when she'd told him of her plan. He wanted to be able to express his love freely as well. "You shouldn't call me that, Boo. People might get the wrong idea, or talk about us being so close." Nothing he'd want getting back to the Creator, that was for certain. While trying to focus his own thoughts on how sweet it was that Seungkwan wanted to shield his family, even in some little way, he was also caught off guard by the small device that fit in the palm of the younger angel's hand. He felt a fresh wave of heat, this one searing and making him feel inadequate in front of the angel who seemed to know so much more than he did. "But why didn't you learn how to cast your letters into stone? Does this... *thing* even understand Enochian or Aramaic?"

@c. vernon "Oh come on, Boononnie," Seungkwan sings out, meshing his own name into Vernon's nickname as well, doing this purely to mess around and play with the other before allowing himself to fully relax and melt into the seat next to the other. "I know I know. I still want to guide them down the right path, you know?" With a shrug, the angel, tilts his head back to peer up at the vast ceiling of the library, marveling at the artwork above while he comments on the riducious way that his favorite archangel seems to be writing. "No I haven't! And I don't need to," Seungkwan scoffs, "You.. You know that there are other ways to write and take notes?" With that being said, he shifts to sit properly while pulling out a phone from his pockets. It's a little outdated, not the newest model but he shows it to Vernon. "Humans use this now. They've stopped writing in stone ages ago!"

@b. seungkwan (Ofc I did! ily2 uwu)

"Either one... Really. They're basically the same thing, you know." He sighed, attention turning back to the stone tablet, the careful carvings becoming slower but remaining easily deliberate while in the presence of the other. "That's good... That you let them pick themselves up, you know. Not like you're a guardian angel, you know." He spoke without thinking, his mind on the project at hand, a fine dusting of stone coating his thighs. "Hm? Oh, yes, yes it is. Have you not yet learned how to carve stone?" He asked, a light look of concern crossing his face. He'd been using this method for millenia; it only seemed right that angels would do such a thing. Granted, he knew not everybody shared his affinity for watch notes, nor were they demanded these days, but it was a fallback habit that he liked to indulge in, even if only as a stress reliever.

@c. vernon (You read my profile!! <3 heh ily)

Seungkwan's face only morphs into a larger grin, eyes sparkling with pure enjoyment as he sinks into the space next to the archangel. "It's a cute nickname! Should I call you Nonnie instead then?" he jokes, nudging the other as he sits. The older always seem to protest against all the nicknames that Seungkwan has given him, yet had always answered to them. He couldn't help but laugh before nodding in response. "I have! Saw one of them trip over themselves today. Was going to help them out but what's life without a little difficulty, right?" He offers his friend a bright smile and leans forward to ask the archangel what he was doing only to have his gaze land on something on the lap. "What in living hell are you writing on, Vernon?" Seungkwan asks, growing a little hysterical as he really prayed that this isn't what he thinks it is. "Is that a stone.. tablet?!"

@b. seungkwan (That's fair lmao)

Cringing just slightly at the nickname that had been given to him without permission nor his consent, Vernon's eyes shifted upwards from the stone in his lap, gaze landing nearly immediately on Seungkwan. "Boo, I wish you wouldn't call me that. It sounds silly..." He offered in protest, though it was half-hearted at best. While he didn't exactly like the nickname, he did like the fact that the younger angel enjoyed his presence enough to grant him a nickname. It made him feel special, something that he didn't feel very often in his many, many years on the edges of heaven, fighting for a creator that didn't even share the appreciation he'd shared with many other angels for much less. "How are you doing today? Have you visited your family?"

@c. vernon (Imma switch to third fully lol)

Seungkwan, bored with nothing to do, flutters into the library. In all his hundred years of being here, not much but enough, if he's being honest, he has never really set foot into the library. He went looking for that archangel, wanting to bother him but of course, Vernon's not there. He figured the old angel must be in the library. God, Seungkwan hates the library. It's nothing but old books and even older angels. Yeah sure, it contains things that even Google doesn't seem to know about but Seungkwan really doesn't need half of that knowledge at all. He has no intention of joining the war between whoever. With a quiet hum under his breath, Seungkwan floats his way down the library, eyes scanning the many tables until it lands on exactly who he was looking for.
"Vernonnie!!"

@b. seungkwan /settling into the warm, quiet space once his 'shift' of guarding the gates was over, he began to look around for the thin stone tablets that he used to inscribe his watch notes. Archaic, but it got the job done. Something about carving each symbol into stone was therapeutic after a days-long watch all by himself, save for the few souls that came across the golden threshold.
/sparing no small detail, each symbol was carved with a precision that foretold of too much experience in this matter, nearly as fluid as breathing itself to the angel that had been here for many more lifetimes than the different generations of humans and animals were able to live. He'd even seen the arrival of alligators and sea turtles, both of which seemed to live forever by a human standpoint. This week was not quite so exciting. His sword had stayed sheathed, and he had done little more than stand guard.