Fic: A Leap of Faith 1
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eleclyaFic: A Leap of Faith 1/?
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eleclya_m
Pairing: Roger/Rafa
Rating: PG so far, may go up in later chapters
Disclaimer: This is not even close to anything resembling reality
Summary: Roger is an angel. Rafa is a demon. They should be rivals, but that would be far too easy.
Previous Parts: Prologue
The leap day. It came around only once in every four years. To the mortals on earth it simply meant that they had to remember that the month of February was a bit longer than normal. And that a few people only got to have a birthday every four years.
But to the celestial beings it meant so much more. It meant freedom.
It had not always been this way. It used to be that if you were chosen to work for God or The Adversary, you worked every day you had, in every corner of the world. But while observing the people of the world, they had seen people take time from their work and spend it in their own way, coming back refreshed and ready to work harder. All agreed that this was an excellent idea.
In a rare display of unity, the angels and demons got together and approached their respective leaders to make their request. It was decided that it would benefit everyone to take the same time off – no one would be able to argue over who got what days free, and no one wanted to leave the other side to work while they weren’t paying attention. The world would be better able to deal with no angels and no demons than it ever would no angels and all demons. Or vice versa for that matter. So God and the Devil sat down and chose their date, their one day of freedom.
February 29th.
Well… it was better than nothing.
Toni poured himself another glass of wine, reaching across the table to top up a second glass. He raised his glass to the woman sat opposite before taking a long drink, humming appreciatively as the rich flavours flooded his mouth.
“Good choice, I must say.”
Mirka took a sip from her own glass and smiled back at him. “Of course.”
“So what do you think they’re doing down there without us?”
“Honestly? I don’t think I care. This is my day off as much as it is theirs, they can do whatever they want. Of course, if they do anything exceptionally bad I will find out about it tomorrow. And make them regret it.” Toni grinned. They may be on opposite sides, but there was a reason this woman had his absolute respect. Well, as far as he ever gave anyone absolute respect anyway. “But for now, I just want to relax.” Mirka leaned back in her chair, letting her eyes drift shut as she took another sip of her wine.
“How much do you want to relax?”
Mirka cracked her eyes open, gaze flitting between Toni’s grinning face and the large bottle of top quality rum that was suddenly filling the space where the empty wine bottle had previously sat. She smirked at her adversary.
“Go on…?”
---
Rafa was pretty sure he was drunk.
In fact he was pretty sure he’d been drunk two hours ago, and since then he and Roger had had… several drinks (numbers weren’t his strong point even when sober, and to be perfectly honest he wasn’t always sure how many drinks he was seeing – he had to double check by counting how many hands he had and making sure they still added up to two). So now… ok, he was very drunk. Speaking of Roger…
“Rogelio… why you on th'floor?”
Roger was lying on the plush rug in the lounge in his apartment, watching the TV upside down. “Dunno. Looked comfy. ‘N flat. ‘N not spinning.”
Rafa slid down from the couch in one entirely graceless move and lay down along side Roger. After a few second he shifted over… then rolled onto his side… then back again.
“’S not comfy.” Rafa shifted back over to Roger and dropped his head heavily onto Roger’s chest. “Hmm, you’re comfy. You be my pillow?”
Roger looked down from the upside down people on the TV and frowned at Rafa. “’M not a pillow. ‘M a angel.”
“Pffffft, you no angel.”
Roger looked confused. “’Course I’mma angel. I known you for… since forever, an’ I been an angel since forever.”
Rafa shook his head, getting vaguely distracted by his hair flipping around for a moment. “No, angels got wings an’ halos an’ harps an’ stuff. Why don’t you?”
“I got wings.” Roger dragged himself to his feet, ignoring Rafa as his head slid off his chest and thudded heavily to the floor. He started carefully unfastening the buttons on his shirt before getting frustrated at the number of the damn things and ripping the last two off. He could fix it in the morning anyway. He looked down to find Rafa sat cross-legged in the middle of the rug, staring at him as he shrugged the shirt off and two pure white wings unfolded from his back. Rafa pulled himself up and reached up to run one finger down the edge of the wing. Roger couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through his whole body.
Rafa hummed happily. “’S soft.”
“You got some too.”
“Why’ve I got wings? ‘M no angel.”
“No, you’re a demon.”
Rafa pouted. “Why’ve I gotta be a demon? Wanna be angel like you.”
Roger shrugged, making his wings flick slightly behind him. Rafa’s eyes followed every movement. “Dunno. You used to be n’angel. But you went with Toni when Mirka threw Him out. So now you gotta be a demon.”
Rafa’s face darkened. “Stupid Toni. Din’t wanna go with Him. Wanted to stay with you ‘n be all good.”
Roger’s eyes widened and he immediately sobered up, forcing the alcohol out of his system. “…what?”
“He made me go. First He made all my friends go… well He din’t really make them go, all they wanted to do was drink ‘n fuck ‘n sleep, and Mirka said that wasn’t really right for heaven so they had to go with him. ‘N then He said I had to go too ‘n I was only little then, I’d only been a angel like a hundred years. ‘N then all the other guys were laughing at me ‘n sayin’ I was too good ‘n I’d never last away from heaven ‘n Toni told me I had to prove them all wrong. I din’t wanna go… but I had to.”
Roger gawped at Rafa. This was the story that he’d spent all these years refusing to tell him? That his mentor and his friends had pressured him into following them when he was still too young to know better? He pulled Rafa towards him, holding him close and wrapping his wings around both of them when he felt Rafa nuzzling into his chest.
“Oh Rafa. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“’S embarrassing. I couldn’t tell them to get lost. I couldn’t stand up for myself.”
Roger sighed and held him tighter. “Come back. You can, you know? Mirka likes you. She’ll listen if I tell her you deserve to come back. Come and be good with me.”
Rafa shook his head, voice muffled from where his face was still buried in Roger’s chest. “Can’t. Toni won’t let me.”
Roger stroked Rafa’s back soothingly. He was never going to be able to get this across while Rafa was still drunk. “Can you sober up for me Rafa? …Rafa?” Roger looked down to find Rafa fast asleep, hand curled around Roger’s shoulder, completely dead to the world. He sighed deeply and dragged him over to the couch, laying both of them down, still wrapped in Roger’s soft, feathery wings.
---
In heaven, Toni and Mirka were watching over the people on earth. It was nice for once to be able to simply observe, not looking out for places the angels were needed, or vital opportunities for the demons to spread corruption.
Toni accepted the glass from Mirka, throwing back the drink without even noticing the burn as it slid down his throat. He frowned as he watched people going about their lives, acts of good and bad being committed in equal number without any influence from either the angels or the demons.
“Mirka… why do we do it?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do we spend all this time trying to change people, to push them to one side or the other?”
Mirka laughed “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m trying to help make lives better.”
“Yes, whereas I'm trying to make them have fun. But you’re pushing them one way, I’m pulling them the other, and more often than not it’s their own nature that comes out on top, whatever we do.”
“I don’t know, I think we can have a pretty big influence. Maybe you just think that because your boys aren’t as good as mine.”
Toni turned from his observations to look at Mirka. “HA! My boys could wipe the floor with your angels.”
Mirka grinned at Toni. “Bet they couldn’t.”
Toni smirked back at her. “Want to make that official?”
“Well I would, but betting is a sin.”
Toni picked up the nearly empty bottle of rum and split the last few drops between the two glasses. “Well so is drinking to excess, but that hasn’t stopped you.”
“…it’s my day off, it doesn’t count.”
“Well then neither should a little wager. Come on, what’s the harm?”
“Are you trying to tempt me, Toni?”
“Always. Is it working?”
“Perhaps.” Mirka cocked her head to the side and contemplated her adversary-cum-drinking partner. “So what are your terms?”
“Quite simple. We choose one person, and whosever side they end up on by the next leap day, they obviously have the better workers.”
“Sounds fair. But the choice has to be random. If I let you choose we’ll just end up with some who’s totally beyond saving.”
“But of course. I’ll even let you decide how the choice will be made.”
“Ok then. The next person to step out of…” Mirka quickly scanned over the land below her. Ah, a school should be a safe enough bet. She pointed to the small building directly below them. “That building there. That’s who we’ll choose.”
Toni nodded and stared at the door, willing it to be an easy target. When he finally emerged, Toni thought all of his Christmases had come at once (so to speak). He looked over to Mirka to gauge her reaction, but found nothing particularly of note in her expression.
“Well, there’s our target then. This should interesting.”
Toni’s eyebrows shot towards his hairline. “Interesting? I’m guessing you’ve never really paid too much attention to him then?”
Mirka shook her head. “No. Why? Should I?”
Toni just grinned over at her. “This is going to be fun.”
---
“Marat, why are you picking me up? And why are we walking so quickly?”
Marat stopped to wait for his sister to catch up with him, then grabbed her hand and continued with his march home.
“I’m here because dad’s out of the country as usual and mum’s in bed with a hangover and you’re not allowed to walk home on your own so she decided I had nothing better to do than escort you from school when I had far more to drink than her last night and I have places to be this evening. That answer your questions?”
“No. You could’ve quite easily left me to make my own way home you know? I’m not a baby.”
“Yes you are. You’re my baby sister and I’ve got to look after you.”
Dinara sighed. “Yeah, whatever.”
Author:
eleclya_mPairing: Roger/Rafa
Rating: PG so far, may go up in later chapters
Disclaimer: This is not even close to anything resembling reality
Summary: Roger is an angel. Rafa is a demon. They should be rivals, but that would be far too easy.
Previous Parts: Prologue
The leap day. It came around only once in every four years. To the mortals on earth it simply meant that they had to remember that the month of February was a bit longer than normal. And that a few people only got to have a birthday every four years.
But to the celestial beings it meant so much more. It meant freedom.
It had not always been this way. It used to be that if you were chosen to work for God or The Adversary, you worked every day you had, in every corner of the world. But while observing the people of the world, they had seen people take time from their work and spend it in their own way, coming back refreshed and ready to work harder. All agreed that this was an excellent idea.
In a rare display of unity, the angels and demons got together and approached their respective leaders to make their request. It was decided that it would benefit everyone to take the same time off – no one would be able to argue over who got what days free, and no one wanted to leave the other side to work while they weren’t paying attention. The world would be better able to deal with no angels and no demons than it ever would no angels and all demons. Or vice versa for that matter. So God and the Devil sat down and chose their date, their one day of freedom.
February 29th.
Well… it was better than nothing.
Toni poured himself another glass of wine, reaching across the table to top up a second glass. He raised his glass to the woman sat opposite before taking a long drink, humming appreciatively as the rich flavours flooded his mouth.
“Good choice, I must say.”
Mirka took a sip from her own glass and smiled back at him. “Of course.”
“So what do you think they’re doing down there without us?”
“Honestly? I don’t think I care. This is my day off as much as it is theirs, they can do whatever they want. Of course, if they do anything exceptionally bad I will find out about it tomorrow. And make them regret it.” Toni grinned. They may be on opposite sides, but there was a reason this woman had his absolute respect. Well, as far as he ever gave anyone absolute respect anyway. “But for now, I just want to relax.” Mirka leaned back in her chair, letting her eyes drift shut as she took another sip of her wine.
“How much do you want to relax?”
Mirka cracked her eyes open, gaze flitting between Toni’s grinning face and the large bottle of top quality rum that was suddenly filling the space where the empty wine bottle had previously sat. She smirked at her adversary.
“Go on…?”
---
Rafa was pretty sure he was drunk.
In fact he was pretty sure he’d been drunk two hours ago, and since then he and Roger had had… several drinks (numbers weren’t his strong point even when sober, and to be perfectly honest he wasn’t always sure how many drinks he was seeing – he had to double check by counting how many hands he had and making sure they still added up to two). So now… ok, he was very drunk. Speaking of Roger…
“Rogelio… why you on th'floor?”
Roger was lying on the plush rug in the lounge in his apartment, watching the TV upside down. “Dunno. Looked comfy. ‘N flat. ‘N not spinning.”
Rafa slid down from the couch in one entirely graceless move and lay down along side Roger. After a few second he shifted over… then rolled onto his side… then back again.
“’S not comfy.” Rafa shifted back over to Roger and dropped his head heavily onto Roger’s chest. “Hmm, you’re comfy. You be my pillow?”
Roger looked down from the upside down people on the TV and frowned at Rafa. “’M not a pillow. ‘M a angel.”
“Pffffft, you no angel.”
Roger looked confused. “’Course I’mma angel. I known you for… since forever, an’ I been an angel since forever.”
Rafa shook his head, getting vaguely distracted by his hair flipping around for a moment. “No, angels got wings an’ halos an’ harps an’ stuff. Why don’t you?”
“I got wings.” Roger dragged himself to his feet, ignoring Rafa as his head slid off his chest and thudded heavily to the floor. He started carefully unfastening the buttons on his shirt before getting frustrated at the number of the damn things and ripping the last two off. He could fix it in the morning anyway. He looked down to find Rafa sat cross-legged in the middle of the rug, staring at him as he shrugged the shirt off and two pure white wings unfolded from his back. Rafa pulled himself up and reached up to run one finger down the edge of the wing. Roger couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through his whole body.
Rafa hummed happily. “’S soft.”
“You got some too.”
“Why’ve I got wings? ‘M no angel.”
“No, you’re a demon.”
Rafa pouted. “Why’ve I gotta be a demon? Wanna be angel like you.”
Roger shrugged, making his wings flick slightly behind him. Rafa’s eyes followed every movement. “Dunno. You used to be n’angel. But you went with Toni when Mirka threw Him out. So now you gotta be a demon.”
Rafa’s face darkened. “Stupid Toni. Din’t wanna go with Him. Wanted to stay with you ‘n be all good.”
Roger’s eyes widened and he immediately sobered up, forcing the alcohol out of his system. “…what?”
“He made me go. First He made all my friends go… well He din’t really make them go, all they wanted to do was drink ‘n fuck ‘n sleep, and Mirka said that wasn’t really right for heaven so they had to go with him. ‘N then He said I had to go too ‘n I was only little then, I’d only been a angel like a hundred years. ‘N then all the other guys were laughing at me ‘n sayin’ I was too good ‘n I’d never last away from heaven ‘n Toni told me I had to prove them all wrong. I din’t wanna go… but I had to.”
Roger gawped at Rafa. This was the story that he’d spent all these years refusing to tell him? That his mentor and his friends had pressured him into following them when he was still too young to know better? He pulled Rafa towards him, holding him close and wrapping his wings around both of them when he felt Rafa nuzzling into his chest.
“Oh Rafa. Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“’S embarrassing. I couldn’t tell them to get lost. I couldn’t stand up for myself.”
Roger sighed and held him tighter. “Come back. You can, you know? Mirka likes you. She’ll listen if I tell her you deserve to come back. Come and be good with me.”
Rafa shook his head, voice muffled from where his face was still buried in Roger’s chest. “Can’t. Toni won’t let me.”
Roger stroked Rafa’s back soothingly. He was never going to be able to get this across while Rafa was still drunk. “Can you sober up for me Rafa? …Rafa?” Roger looked down to find Rafa fast asleep, hand curled around Roger’s shoulder, completely dead to the world. He sighed deeply and dragged him over to the couch, laying both of them down, still wrapped in Roger’s soft, feathery wings.
---
In heaven, Toni and Mirka were watching over the people on earth. It was nice for once to be able to simply observe, not looking out for places the angels were needed, or vital opportunities for the demons to spread corruption.
Toni accepted the glass from Mirka, throwing back the drink without even noticing the burn as it slid down his throat. He frowned as he watched people going about their lives, acts of good and bad being committed in equal number without any influence from either the angels or the demons.
“Mirka… why do we do it?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do we spend all this time trying to change people, to push them to one side or the other?”
Mirka laughed “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m trying to help make lives better.”
“Yes, whereas I'm trying to make them have fun. But you’re pushing them one way, I’m pulling them the other, and more often than not it’s their own nature that comes out on top, whatever we do.”
“I don’t know, I think we can have a pretty big influence. Maybe you just think that because your boys aren’t as good as mine.”
Toni turned from his observations to look at Mirka. “HA! My boys could wipe the floor with your angels.”
Mirka grinned at Toni. “Bet they couldn’t.”
Toni smirked back at her. “Want to make that official?”
“Well I would, but betting is a sin.”
Toni picked up the nearly empty bottle of rum and split the last few drops between the two glasses. “Well so is drinking to excess, but that hasn’t stopped you.”
“…it’s my day off, it doesn’t count.”
“Well then neither should a little wager. Come on, what’s the harm?”
“Are you trying to tempt me, Toni?”
“Always. Is it working?”
“Perhaps.” Mirka cocked her head to the side and contemplated her adversary-cum-drinking partner. “So what are your terms?”
“Quite simple. We choose one person, and whosever side they end up on by the next leap day, they obviously have the better workers.”
“Sounds fair. But the choice has to be random. If I let you choose we’ll just end up with some who’s totally beyond saving.”
“But of course. I’ll even let you decide how the choice will be made.”
“Ok then. The next person to step out of…” Mirka quickly scanned over the land below her. Ah, a school should be a safe enough bet. She pointed to the small building directly below them. “That building there. That’s who we’ll choose.”
Toni nodded and stared at the door, willing it to be an easy target. When he finally emerged, Toni thought all of his Christmases had come at once (so to speak). He looked over to Mirka to gauge her reaction, but found nothing particularly of note in her expression.
“Well, there’s our target then. This should interesting.”
Toni’s eyebrows shot towards his hairline. “Interesting? I’m guessing you’ve never really paid too much attention to him then?”
Mirka shook her head. “No. Why? Should I?”
Toni just grinned over at her. “This is going to be fun.”
---
“Marat, why are you picking me up? And why are we walking so quickly?”
Marat stopped to wait for his sister to catch up with him, then grabbed her hand and continued with his march home.
“I’m here because dad’s out of the country as usual and mum’s in bed with a hangover and you’re not allowed to walk home on your own so she decided I had nothing better to do than escort you from school when I had far more to drink than her last night and I have places to be this evening. That answer your questions?”
“No. You could’ve quite easily left me to make my own way home you know? I’m not a baby.”
“Yes you are. You’re my baby sister and I’ve got to look after you.”
Dinara sighed. “Yeah, whatever.”
