ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜꜱ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
The sky split open at the seams. That was the simplest way to put it. It looked like a rip, like a bullet shooting across the sky and doing as much damage as possible before disappearing. She had never been surprised before but this would probably be what it felt like.
"Now we're having fun," the woman muttered to herself as she rose to her feet. She couldn't help the grin that tugged at her full lips. Hell, there was even a pit of
something in her stomach that she couldn't quite identify. Another thing she had never felt before. This was already turning into a night of firsts.
The streets were more populated than one would hope for in this situation. People were outside sharing cigarettes and bottles of alcohol. Those that did see the sky stood and pointed or gasped and looked around in fear. Everyone wanted to gauge everyone else's reaction. The only person moving was her: the woman who called herself Ivy and nothing else. It was a first and last name, a nickname, a moniker. It was the only thing she could think came close to describing her and therefore the only thing she wanted to be called.
It would take a little while for sirens to come. The bullet across the sky wasn't just a weird light occurrence like the aurora borealis as many people on the street initially surmised. No, Ivy had heard it: the sound of feathers burn as they uselessly plummeted toward the ground. Whoever it was would live, she was sure. They would not be happy.
Her mind wanted to stray towards her own fall to earth but she refused to allow it. She did not have time to dwell on her pain when it was time to put plans into motion. How long had it been that she had been waiting for this? The anticipation felt giddy.
She pondered heavily over what her first words should be. Should it be something comforting to show them they were not alone? Should it be something strong and inspiring? With the impending fear of human law enforcement showing up, maybe it would be something along the lines of 'move your ass.'
ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏɴ ʟᴏᴡ
The crater was massive. It did appear as if something had fallen from the sky and crashed here from the crash site alone. From the edge, Ivy couldn't tell who was at the center of the crater. It glowed lightly in a pulsing ebb, but appeared to be waning at the same time. Ivy could imagine that angelic energy kept this poor soul safe as they crashed to earth. That same energy and protective bubble was now abandoning them as it had once done to her. She pitied the poor baby. The human world was not a forgiving one.
Ivy approached cautiously. As she got closer she could tell the figure was that of a man. He was completely unscathed, wings splayed around him beautifully destroyed. They were the only things that displayed any sign of the ordeal he had just gone through. They were bleeding and torn, singed in most places, burning away. They disappeared more and more as the moments passed. Ivy felt bad for him in this moment, for he would hardly even be able to recognize what he had lost. They would probably be fully gone by the time he had his wits about him.
"Hey." Ivy shook him lightly at first but harder as time passed and he didn't move. His skin was pale in comparison to hers. The crater was smoking but he was only covered in a light sheen of sweat.
"Get up. Hello? Hey. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!" She was shaking him now. A bit of worry was starting to set in. She could not afford to get caught by the human authorities here, nor could she afford to leave him. Something had to give. He was naked, meaning when his wings finished burning away, he would have absolutely no covering. She was not in the mood to carry his naked body... He was going to have to wake up.
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ
Ivy felt she was left with no choice. She looked around for options available to her, sweat sticking her hair to her forehead and forcing her to push it back and out of the way. A lightbulb went off in her head as she got an idea: she was going to hit him. It worked all the time in the movies she liked to watch, so why not now?
The first few slaps were relatively light. It was an almost uncomfortable thing to do - it felt awkward. But he didn't wake up so Ivy felt she had to keep going, power increasing with each slap. Eventually... his eyes blinked open. A plethora of emotions crossed his face but the most distinct and long-lasting were pain and confusion.
"Ow," he was exclaiming. It was almost as if hearing his own voice and feeling the weight of his own limbs scared him further because he began screaming and moving sporadically. Ivy let him go through the motions. She remembered when she had first felt awareness of her human body... It was terrifying. Long, spidery limbs; skin; the feeling of hair tumbling over her shoulders. All of it was unfamiliar prior to her fall (or banishment) to earth. But she did not have time to give him a reacclimation period. He was like a baby deer in headlights: fear was clear all over his face.
"Hey," the woman tried to appeal to him, her hands splayed out in a calming manner. She tried to remain patient since she knew exactly how foreign this must all feel to him.
"Hey, hey, you have to stop screaming. We have to go." She gestured back towards the road where she had left the stolen car she'd driven to his crash site.
"I know you're scared. I know you don't know what is happening or where you are. I can tell you everything you need to know after we get away from here." His wings were almost burnt away into nothingness now. She wondered if he truly knew what he had lost with their disappearance. They were beautiful. There was nothing on the entire earth that she had found that were as breathtaking as an angel's wings. He would come to know what he had lost only when he found there was nothing comparable.
He didn't know it yet, but she was going to save them both. They would have more than just their wings back. They would have more than they had ever known or had ever even been made available to them. As she looked at him with his scared eyes and hair plastered to his forehead, she knew this was her ticket. Not only was she going to use him as a battering ram to brute force her way back into Paradise and perhaps slap god a few times, but she was also going to give him more than he ever knew he could want. They were going to reshape everything known about the universe. She could barely contain her excitement.
"Tell me your name," she told him as she extended a hand to him. Once he took it they would never go back.
ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ
- lyrics: if we being real by yeat. 
