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Guardian angels always knew that getting wings took time. None of the angels were ever brought into existence with a pre-existing set. They knew that getting your wings meant you had discovered the purpose you serve to the one you guard. Finding your purpose often took time, but the outcome of getting your wings and seeing their exquisite feathers always kept the angels’ hopes high.
The wings themselves would often reflect an angel’s purpose more than the angels themself. Color and size could often reveal quite a bit more than just an angel’s purpose. They can also uncover deep personality traits originally left hidden.
Natural colors always followed similar patterns. White wings were almost always a sign of purity, and many angels could spot who would get white wings based off of another angel’s bubbly and kindhearted nature. Grey wings typically were associated with more analytical and rational angels, the bookworms if you will. Brown wings often went to more free spirited angels, ones who were sometimes too caught up in daydreaming to properly guard their host. Black wings were sinister and dark, most angels were fearful of those who hand black wings because it almost always meant bad news.
Unnatural colors were difficult to understand. They were so rare, it was hard to tell what they meant. Sometimes an angel would come by with bright red or blue wings, and another could follow with the faintest shade of green across their feathers. Unnatural colors meant something special, but no one could really figure out what.
Earning your wings was one thing, but actually getting them was an entirely different story. They’re buried within an angel, literally- they exist inside of them until an angel’s full potential is reached. When the wings escape, it’s painful to say the least. No angel has ever really described it, they just say every muscle in their body hurt, then there was a release, and then they had wings. No one ever seemed to want to give a detailed explanation.
But then again, no set of guardian angels was as close as Thomas’.
Thomas’ angels were almost too close by the accounts of some, but they always argued that it made them better at guarding Thomas. And ‘they’ mainly refers to Patton.
Patton was the most caring of Thomas’ angels. He had been with Thomas since the very beginning, and knew every single thing Thomas liked and disliked. The others could practically see the white wings floating behind him, even though none of them had developed theirs yet. Patton always did what was best for Thomas and those Thomas interacted with. His room existed near Thomas’ heart, making sure his feelings were always in the right place. Patton was friendly, approachable, and very dad-like in nature. No one ever had a bad thing to say about Patton, except why he didn’t have his wings yet.
Logan was almost impossible to find when he first started helping. He was always busy bumbling around in his room located in Thomas’ brain- sorting out facts, focusing on schedules, managing tasks of the other angels. He knew Thomas had many things to achieve in life, and Logan constantly overworked himself to make sure everything was perfect. When he finally started easing up on his refinement, he still found himself drifting back into Thomas’ mind without thinking. There was serious work to be done and he was the one to do it!
Roman was a bit of a nuisance when he first showed up. He could not keep a single idea to himself! And the singing- oh goodness the singing- every song Thomas heard Roman had learned in under an hour. On top of that, he would write ideas all over the place- the mindspace was always a mess with Roman’s notes and drawings and ideas. This was partly because Roman never spent much time in his room- located just behind Thomas’ left ear where he could whisper fanciful thoughts to him. He would constantly travel back a forth between Patton and Logan, seeking proper approval and refinement for his ideas. No one would ever admit it, but the others really hoped that Roman had been assigned the wrong host and would leave at some point. But he didn’t, and he eventually got better at finding his place.
Then there was Anxiety. Well, he had a proper name like the others, but nobody knew what it was. He wasn’t the youngest angel to join, they were technically all the same age, but he was the latest to join and no one really knew much about him. He was always tucked away in his room, located behind Thomas’ right ear where he could easily oppose Roman, and none of the other angels really knew what he did there. Whenever he left his room, the others knew that he was going to present a problem. Logan and Roman were not particularly fond of him; he always second-guessed Logan’s “facts” and shut down a lot of Roman’s ideas. Patton did his best to make Anxiety feel welcome, but Anxiety still preferred to stay in his room.
If Thomas ever came upon a serious or major dilemma, they would all gather in the central mindspace to sort out the issue. Everyone contributed what they thought was best, the issue was sorted out, and they always seemed to leave Thomas in a better state than before. That was how everything ran, and it was always neat and orderly. Until things started changing.