Angel - (Michael Langdon X Reader)

MICHAEL

She's sitting on the edge of the blanket a few feet away from me, playing with a Black-Eyed Susan that was growing there. She looks at it with a slight smile and the flower begins to grow. Its stronger and healthier than before. The silence between us is nice, comfortable even. I'm just taking her in, noticing the little thing.

For instance she tends to smile whenever she uses her gifts. She always blushes and looks away if she catches me looking at her. I've noticed that her slight singing makes her feel a lot more delicate to me and that her eyes in the sunlight are stunning. My father told me she was the girl that could destroy me, and honestly I think in a way, she already has.

I have a new feeling. Its weird and honestly, quite terrifying. Whenever she's around my heart races and I find it harder to breathe. I feel overwhelmed whenever she's around but I like it. I like it more than I should. She's a distraction from my goal but I can't look away.

She sits back down next to me on the blanket after she's done with the flower. Her eyes go to the book in my hands.

"What are you reading?" She asks, moving closer to read the page I'm on. My heart quickens when I feel her on my arm.

"Love poetry," I say. I don't normally read it, but for some reason after I talked to Ms. Mead about (Y/N) she told me to. She said it would maybe help me work through some things. (Y/N) looks excited and gets comfortable, beginning to read close to me.

About a half an hour goes by and I feel her fall asleep on my shoulder. I can't help but to smile a bit. Afraid to wake her, I stay as still as possible, reading the book. Each of the poems were beautiful. In a way, as cheesy as it sounds, it was articulating how I felt.

Eventually, she wakes up and she looks at me with a tired grin. I ask her if she wants to go and she yawns and nods her head. She stands up and smooths out the front of her white dress. She looks saintly in this lighting, angelic even.

We walk side by side back to the academy, her eyes absorbing the scenery around us. I gently take her hand in mine, and to my surprise she doesn't pull it away. When we reached the building, the supreme, Cordelia, invited me inside.

"Hello, Michael, is it?" she asks as (Y/N) and I walk in. I nod my head. "(Y/N) has told me you taught her a few gifts, is that right?" She turns to (Y/N) and asks her to leave the room. She gives me a quick hug before she leaves to join the other witches. Cordelia and I take a seat, secluded from the others.

"Yes. I taught her weather manipulation and transmutation." She raises an eyebrow.

"So you have abilities?" I tell her that I do. Demonstrating I create a small flurry of snow in the room that we are in. Cordelia smiles. "Well, Michael, you show great potential. Would you be interested in building upon them in a school?"

"Here?" I ask in confusion. Cordelia laughs lightly.

"No, Michael. I was referring to the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men. They take in warlocks." I think for a moment.

"No. I really would like to stay here." She nods her head understandingly. She tells me to talk to her if I ever change my mind, and I promise that I will. For now, though, I can't afford to leave (Y/N). Not yet.