Untouchable

"Blunt Force"

Damien turned to look at the angelic figure behind him, snarling at the sight. Jareriel shuttered as a fist swung towards him. A jab to the face proved effective to the innocent boy, leaving an unsightly burn on his face. Tears formed in the waterline of his crystalline grey eyes as he pushed his icy blonde locks out of the way. The color drained out of Damien's face when he had realized his grave mistake.

Tears began to flow down the perfectly porcelain cheek of the angel, causing the wound to burn excruciatingly.

"Ah, fuck!" Damien cursed softly, "I-I am so sorry.. I-I.."
Damien was at a loss for words. He knelt down on the floor, keeping his distance from the damaged cherub. He leaned in and gently brushed against the clothed arm of Jareriel. Startled, Jareriel hopped to his feet, backing swiftly away from his assailant.

"Love, I didn't mean to hurt you," Damien sighed audibly, running his fingers through the smooth jet black hair.

Jareriel nodded, walking towards the bar in the tiny coffee shop he owned. He pulled a dusty handkerchief out of his breastpocket. Gently, he began to pat his eyes dry. His luscious curls flowed in intricate spirals down just above his waist. Damien ripped off his circular sunglasses to reveal the only thing his mortal body could not conceal.

His eyes.

The serpent-like orbs glowed a vibrant crimson that enticed the innocent angel. Jareriel glanced down at the succumbed Damien with a disappointed glare. Filled with guilt, Damien got up, refusing to make eye contact with the cherub. Jareriel ushered Damien out the the shop, refuting any possible physical contact.

Damien, depressingly, made his way down the few stairs that lead to the storefront. He slid into his '68 jet black Ford Mustang GT and sped off to his own abode.