I'm just an angel that's fallen from grace
He studied her as she watched the waves. He took in every detail, every little swirl of white in her lavender coat. They were both so beautiful, weren't they? The pair of them. He had more purple, and she had more pearly white, but so beautiful. He had wings and she didn't. But he loved that. Loved that he could trail his gaze over the naked sides of her where wings weren't in the way. Their parents were both so beautiful too, though mother in her own mousey-brown way. A perfect family. Sort of.
Ah, but the waves were coming in and slowly growing bigger with the rising tide. He stepped up to her side to stare down too, wings flexed loosely behind and above him. He didn't care that no one was near to watch them, he could take care of them himself. He'd never had reason to, but he was sure he could if anything happened. He dropped a wing over her and pulled her close, hugged her briefly before raising his wing again.
Do you want to go in? he asked, turning a small smile to her.
He glanced behind them and around, scanning for any watchful guardians. No mother, no father, no Reilly. Although, Reilly was sort of like a father too. But none were near today; none had seen them sneak off to play by the water. They could do whatever they wanted to. Whatever she wanted to.
C'mon. We can go in together, he offered with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
