Angel With a Shotgun || Cassius and Therith
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Youâll be fine. Â Â Â Â Â Itâs been long enough since the last mistake. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â She needs an angel, Cassius.
All things he had been told in the days before, all meant as comfort to soothe his jangled nerves about his new assignment. The very thought of watching over this human girl made him sick -- And not because he disliked humans. No, he simply couldnât bear the thought of messing up again, of losing another charge like he had the last one.    This girl... She deserved better.Â
But, orders were orders, and he was in no position to argue. Which is why he was walking down this unfamiliar city street, head ducked as a light rain began to fall on the dark concrete streets.
He ached from the new effort of hiding his wings. Back in the day the guardians had been strong, going in wings blazing to meet those they were chosen to protect. But in this day and age that wasnât allowed.    Pass as a human.        Keep a close watch.             Donât reveal who you are unless strictly necessary.Â
The warmth of the bookstore was welcome from the chill outside, and his gaze immediately caught on the one he had come for. Therith. A name he hadnât heard the like of for centuries. Wandering over to where she stood behind a counter, he cleared his throat and brushed off his coat, well aware he must look disheveled and exhausted.     âAh, scusi.â        He paused, a soft panic setting in as he realized he had nothing        more to say to the girl.          âI--            Iâm looking for books on the French Revolution...               Do you happen to have any?â                  Brilliant save Cassius.Â
