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“Yes, and we can put it to good use right this very second—”
“Wait, wait. Back up to the walking off injury thing. Like, someone tries to steal my reindeer and I fall off the roof, I would be fine and could kick their ass?”
Percy rolled his eyes. “Yes, sug. You would be able to get right back on up and rescue your reindeer friends.”
“Fuckin’ sweet!” Kevin grinned. He groaned as Percy latched on to his throat. “Wait, can I fly? Whoa, my wings. What happened to them?”
Percy sighed grumpily. “You or someone from your elaborate Batman backstory probably cut them off. Maybe it was the Joker. I don’t know.”
Kevin scowled and gave Percy’s nipple a hard pinch through his shirt. “Fuck you.”
“Ow!” Percy yelped. “Featherybitch!”
Kevin pushed off Percy so he could properly meet Percy’s eyes. “You couldn’t get enough asking me questions a minute ago, and now you’re not interested? I have some fucking questions of my own.”
Percy dropped his head back on the bed with a heavy sigh. “All right, sug. I will answer your questions to the best of my ability so we may continue our filthy animalistic mating uninterrupted.”
Kevin snorted. “Sorry, I can’t exactly Google symptoms of being an angel.” He stretched out beside Percy, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
Percy still grumbled, but the kiss seemed to soothe him. “Well, what else do you want to know? You’re basically Wolverine without the stabby bits. But you’re not actually Wolverine. Just to be clear.”
“Ha ha.” Kevin smiled as Percy rubbed his chest, and he laid his hand over Percy’s. “Any idea how long I’ve been like this? Clearly my childhood didn’t exist, so…”
“There’s no way to know for sure. Not unless you know someone who’s real and not a figment of your imagination that might be able to verify how long they’ve known you. That would at least give you a rough estimate.”
“Uncle Al would know,” Kevin said firmly. “I’ve known him the longest out of everyone in this town.”
“Are we sure that Uncle Al is real? He wasn’t shot by hunters in front of you or died off in the Swamp of Sorrows?”
“Fuck off, he’s real!” Kevin insisted, even as doubt crept into the back of his mind. Al had taught him how to run the restaurant, and the restaurant was real. He wanted to believe that meant Al was too.
But every other detail of Kevin’s life had been made up apparently. What if Al was too? What if Kevin really was alone?
“I’m sure he’s real,” Kevin said, trying to convince himself as well as Percy. “After him, I’ve probably known Julie or Steve the longest. Maybe Steve, because I think I met him when he delivered to me by mistake before I took over at the restaurant.”
“Steve.” Percy stared. “You want to rely on the mental comprehension of Steve, the same Steve who asked me why we park on a driveway but we drive on a parkway?ThatSteve?”
“Ha, that’s my Steve.” Kevin chuckled.
“I doubt any conversation with him would be fruitful. Unless what you desire is mentally irregular fruit.”
Kevin hated that Percy was right. Steve could barely show up to work at the right restaurant. Relying on his memory for information was a poor plan.
“Maybe it’s for the best.” Kevin’s heart dipped. “Maybe it’s better that I don’t know what happened to me.”
“It’s up to you.” Percy kissed Kevin’s brow. “I could help you find out if you really wanted to.”
“Yeah?” Kevin perked up a little at the kiss. “And how would you do that? Not another magical cavity search, I hope.”
“Not quite.” Percy traced a circle around Kevin’s forehead where he’d kissed him. “I would use my demonic powers to attempt unlocking whatever has blocked your feathery brain from remembering the truth. It’s quite impressive that you constructed this elaborate biography for yourself, and I’ll admit… I am curious. Because yes, you are fallen, but you’re not a demon. Your wings haven’t been destroyed.”
“You mean I was almost ademon?” Kevin’s eyes widened. Just when he thought this couldn’t get any crazier, here came Percy with a new revelation. “Okay, pause. My wings are still out there? Like, is somebody wearing them to live out their Victoria’s Secret fantasy?”
“They must be or else you’d be a demon. Think of your wings as a sort of conduit. They allow you to channel the full power of your angelic abilities. They’d be useless to anyone except the angel to whom they belonged to. Aside from said Victoria’s Secret fantasies, of course.”
“Well, why the hell would anybody want them?” Kevin frowned, suddenly not liking the idea of someone having a part of his body locked up somewhere.
“Bragging rights, perhaps? Some demented collector of rare artifacts?”
