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It was Parents week at Winterthorne, but that wasn't anything special for Gabriella. After all, her parents were in general busy with her other siblings, or work, or...anything that didn't include her. She'd kind of hoped that they would come this year. At least now, because she would have liked to introduce them to Azrael. She was sure they would have approved of the boy that she was spending a lot of her time with. At least she hoped they would. What happened if they didn't? Oh goodness, she hadn't thought of that prospect.<p>
Ella was walking through the garden, picking at her lip, a nervous habit that she hadn't expunged from her horrible behaviours that she'd adopted when she'd been in a bad state of mind. The angel couldn't say she was happy, which was a first in a long time. Ella was in general a happy person, with her mind over matter ideal thinking that made her that way. But not even getting a letter from her parents explaining that they wouldn't be coming? That upset her and sent her mind reeling into the depths of which she'd tried to rescue herself so long ago. <p>
She really wanted to talk to Azrael. She wanted his company-- around him, she felt like she was wanted around for her, and not the prospect of what she could do. Besides, maybe he could cheer her up. Though she felt bad imposing her emotions on him, especially since he could feel her emotions. She didn't want to hurt him. Picking at her lip again, Ella spotted the very boy she spent most of her time thinking about. She skipped up to him, and jumped on his back without warning. "Azzy." Ella whispered in his ear, her voice excited. "What're you doing out here?" Unfortunately, Ella was so caught up in Azrael, that she failed to see the man standing near Az, which made her blush. She slid off Az's back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything!" She gave the man one of her trademark smiles, but besides that, she stuck right beside Az, slipping her hand into his. She looked at Az, tilting her head, the mannerism that she had that was asking 'is this okay?'. Her emotions turned nervous, because she wasn't sure if she should leave or not. So she waited for the angel to tell her what he wanted.

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It was hard for Az to abandon his father. Icarus managed to get away, but his father managed to follow him around like his shadow. Az knew why. He was convinced that he was dangerous. Even though he knew that he wasn't, his father, who was also an empath, remained convinced that his powers were too strong. As though he had decided how strong his powers were going to be in comparison to everyone else's.
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"Azrael, please," he was trying to walk faster than his father, in a last ditch attempt to get rid of him, but it wasn't working so well. "Your powers are too much for you to be able to control." He didn't elaborate further, but Az knew what he was implying. As though what had been happening around Suchsdorf lately was the result of him losing control of his powers. Even though he had become adept at blocking his father out through the years, he knew. He knew that he was far more powerful than he was, and as a result, far more dangerous.
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Even though he was glad that he was keeping Icarus safe from suspicion by taking all of the negative attention, there was a part of him that wanted to tell his father that he had perfect control over his powers. That he was more than capable of keeping Icarus safe, and that he was a shitty example of a father, and had done more harm than good. But no. Instead, he remained silent, because there was no way for him to deal with his father.
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He turned a corner towards the gardens, because perhaps, after walking more or less through the entire castle, his father would get the hint that he didn't want him around - but unfortunately, he stuck right behind him. To make matters more interesting, Ella had just latched onto him.
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Happiness washed over him, and he immediately felt more calm. She apologized to his father, which made Az smile, despite himself. It was one of the things that he found so admirable about Ella. She always tried to see the good in people or in a situation. And she even seemed a bit nervous about meeting his father. He gave her hand a squeeze.
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"You weren't interrupting anything important," Az said, as he shot his father a pointed look.
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Over the past few days, Gabriella had been seeing Azrael with his father, and on the occasion, his twin brother, Icarus. But it seemed to more than likely always be Azrael and his father. Couldn't Icarus take some of the time with their parent so Gabriella could just spend some time with Az? Oh well, she supposed. At least she was going to have the opportunity to meet Az's father. She was sure he was nice, and calm, just as Az was. Part of her sincerely doubted he was going to be anything like Icarus. But all the same, she was thrilled to meet Az's father, of course, Az didn't talk about him much-- or his life much. So, if there was supposed to be anything she should have been aware of, she didn't know.<p>
"I'm so glad I'm not interrupting anything." Ella gave a smile of relief, looking between Azrael and his father. "Gonna introduce us Azzy?" Ella whispered to the other Angel, kissing his cheek briefly. But she didn't wait for that, instead she held out her hand politely, "I'm Gabriella, Azrael's friend." With her other hand she tucked her hair behind her ear, then returned it to Azrael's, giving it another affectionate squeeze. "You're very lucky, to have a son like Azrael." Gabriella continued.<p>
That was the problem with this girl. She was too naive, and kind to actually grasp a situation. If it was awkward, or whatnot. She couldn't appraise a relationship between people because of tension, or kindness. She had to have things spelled out for her. So any tension between Az and his father, completely passed her by.

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Ella was the only person at the school that he had ever opened up to that wasn't his brother. He more or less told his brother everything. However, with Ella, there were some things that he had left out. One of them was most of the drama that had occurred between him, his brother and his father. The obvious incident was the one that had happened right before he had been sent to Winterthorne, where his father, convinced that him and Icarus were possessed, had dragged them to a nearby church and asked the priest to perform an exorcism.
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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ella," his father said, holding out his hand for the other angel. "I think you should be careful around Azrael. His powers are too strong for him."
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Gabriella adored Azrael. They'd been spending so much time together that he was the only one she was eager to see every day. And when he introduced her as his girlfriend, she made a small noise of excitement. She'd never really given their relationship much thought. But this, hearing it from his mouth, was making her happy. She turned and kisses Az's cheek, a smile on her face. Then she turned to Azreal's father, and shook his hand. <p>
"The pleasure is all mine." Gabriella replied, but Az's father's next word made her brow furrow. She knew that Azrael kept some things to himself, he really had to reason to tell her everything, and that didn't bother her none. Because most Angels believed in a higher power of some sort, Ella's next words were formed around that. "God would have never given Azrael powers that he didn't think Az could handle." Ella didn't realise that her word practically told off Az's father, but what she said was just what she thought. "Besides, he's still young. He has a lot of time to become strong." The angel looked at Azrael, "I have faith that I'm in no danger around him." She smiled and returned her gaze to his father, "You should have faith in him, too."
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It was hard for Azrael not to smile when Ella let off waves of excitement when he called her his girlfriend. That was one of the things that he loved the most about her. She was so genuine and happy all the time. Most people, especially at Winterthorne, were nothing like her.
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Ella's words made Az's father draw his lips into a tight line. Az was sure that his father could sense the swell of pride inside of him, because it was difficult to contain. "Unfortunately, God has not had much influence over Azrael. You would be wise to listen." Az was just thankful that his father left out Icarus, because the last thing that they needed to happen was for his theories about the recent murders that had happened to be anywhere near accurate.
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"Azrael, I'm going back to my room to do some reflection. I will see you boys later for dinner. Just remember what we talked about." As his father went away, Azrael knew that he wasn't going to talk. He had a feeling that he knew that he didn't have the truth and was going to try and poke around for the truth until he managed to find it. Az was just going to have to make sure that he stayed one step ahead.
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Ella was no stranger to the oddness of parents. She herself dealt with parents that seemed to have no care in the world for her, except that she was supposed to help their favourites-- because favouritism was quite obvious in her family. She'd told Azrael all of this in their long talks, how her parents never once came to parents week. How they favoured her other siblings, because her other siblings seemed to have the harder times adjusting to their powers and such. Where as, Ella had once been in a position to take her own life because of her parents, she was glad they didn't come to parents week. <p>
"It's alright Azzy." Gabriella smiled, squeezing the boy's hand. "He's worried, most parents worry." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Azrael's. Since the dance, she'd become more comfortable showing the other angel affection. She tugged Azrael towards her, backing up into the shade of a tree, and then pulled him to the ground, where she promptly crawled into his lap and rest her head on his shoulder. "But, you don't seem to enjoy his company..." Ella commented. While she was plenty naive, she was oblivious-- she could see that Azrael would have rather been alone than with his father. "What happened between you and your father?" She asked, stroking her fingers up and down Az's arm. "I mean, you don't have to tell..." Ella hurriedly told him, nervous that she had no right to know.<p>
Where Ella spilled every detail to Azreal, except the detail that every time she healed people, she shortened her life, she knew Azrael didn't tell her everything. She encouraged him to, hinting that he could talk to her- but by no means did she feel as if he ought to tell her. He would when, and if he was comfortable doing so, she knew this. But she hoped he'd share with her what was creating the friction between his father and himself.
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Az couldn't help but smile when Ella kissed him. Since the dance, the two of them had become more affectionate with each other, and it was something that made him very happy. Ella was the sort of person that could always cheer him up, no matter what.
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Sitting there with Ella, it seemed as though he could tell her everything, even though he never had with anyone that wasn't Icarus before. He was always cautious around her, because there was the chance that someone like Ember or Ezra could find out about her, but if such a thing ever happened, he was just going to have to be brave and protect her. He knew that he could. He was powerful.
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He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "You know how some angels are born guardians? Well, I am a guardian angel. I am meant to protect my brother, no matter what. And I do my best, I guess, but my father doesn't think so. He hasn't made it easy for me to do my job in the past."
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There wasn't a doubt in Gabriella's mind that her and Azrael were meant for each other. From that moment he'd helped her out in the library to all their conversations, and now this. Just, Gabriella couldn't imagine spending any of her spare time (between all her volunteering, and school) with anyone else. Azrael was on her mind twenty-four-seven. Sometimes she wondered if her felt the same way, sure, but he hadn't done anything to make her think otherwise. He paid her an equal amount of attention-- they were equally supportive of each other. So, Ella had nothing bad to say about anything Azrael did.<p>
"You are doing the best that you have been given to work with, Azzy." The redhead soothed, placing a hand gently on her boyfriend's cheek. Ella was a very calm person, and she liked to, like Azrael, look at the logical aspects of situations, which meant she wasn't about to be a critic of Azrael's twin's behaviour. "Besides, Icarus is still able to make his own choices. Your father will see that one day when Icarus and yourself are successful." Ella smiled, leaned forward and placed a gently kiss on Az's lips, then let her lips travel down his jaw and to his throat, where she bit him playfully. "The important thing is that you have faith in yourself." Ella whispered, cuddling into Azrael's arms.<p>
"As long as you have faith in yourself, your decisions will be of the truest intentions. Don't let your father get you down, sometimes parents aren't in the right position to see something the way it needs to be seen." Gabriella knew that better than most. Her parents didn't see anything, nothing-- they didn't understand that their behaviour hurt her, both physically and mentally. Parents where oft oblivious in the cases of their children. "Besides Azzy," Ella gave him her quirky smile, "Would I lie to you?"

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Az couldn't imagine himself with anyone other than Ella. Before he had met her, he had considered himself to be in love with Eliza, his girlfriend before Ella and before he and his brother ended up at Winterthorne, and once that had ended, he hadn't been certain if he would ever find someone that he could love the same way ever again. That might have been a bit dramatic, but being an empath made relationships a bit different for him. Regardless, he knew the way that he felt about her, and as he held her in his arms, he knew that he was going to have to do as much as he possibly could to keep her safe, because he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he put her in danger.
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Ella reassured him that he was doing the best that he possibly could. Even though he had some doubts over how successful he and Icarus would be once they left Winterthorne behind, he felt much more calm when Ella rested her hand on his cheek.
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Gabriella never would have said anything, but she thought that Azrael and Icarus were at least lucky to have a parent that acknowledged their existence, rather than two parents that pretended everything was bright and sunshine, while ignoring their middle child to a t. Except Ella knew she was lucky to have both parents, where she knew Azrael only had his father. Also, where Ella loved the affection people gave to her, she knew Azrael preferred to be left to his own devices.<p>
"Azzy..." Ella mumbled, pulling away to look at her boyfriend. She wanted to cheer him up, make him forget the awfulness that his father seemed to spread. "I'm really glad you stopped that day in the library." That hadn't been what she had intended to say. In fact, the words that she wanted to say were often over-used, and laughed at when coming from a teenagers mouth. But there was just this desire to say 'I love you' to Azrael that wouldn't go away. "And..." Ella paused looking closely at Az, tipping her head in that familiar fashion of hers. "I...was..." She paused to watch a group of girls walk by, loud and obnoxious. <p>
Was this the right time to tell Azrael that she loved him? Did she love him? Ella was struck by a feeling of confusion. She didn't know how love felt. Well, she did. Ella loved everyone. She found something to love in everyone even something small-- like the way they smiled, or the way they treated others. But the love she felt for Azrael...was different. <p>
An idea struck the angel, and she placed a hand to Azrael's face, she may not be ready to say 'I love you' to Azrael, but she could certainly let him feel how she felt about him. He was an empath after all. "What am I feeling?" Ella brought up all the things that made her love Az. His quietness, protectiveness, how he understood her, and left her try and understand him. She let Az feel the love she felt for him.

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"I'm glad I did too," Az murmured. It was nice to have someone that he could confide in - up until a point, and just be with. Just being around Ella always had a positive effect on his mood.
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He didn't expect her to ask him to tell her what her feelings were, but he supposed that it was something that he could do. He didn't know why she would ask such a thing until he began to feel exactly what she was feeling, although he was sure that he had already felt it himself before she had asked him to read her emotions.
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It wasn't an easy feeling to describe. But it was warm and comforting, and made him want to stay in the garden with Ella forever. "I know what it is," Azrael said, a smile forming on his lips.
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"And I feel it too." As cliche as it was to say, he had always felt strongly about her, ever since the two of them had met. She was sweet, she always saw the best in people - she was a real angel.
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