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Qrow picked up the cup of tea and took it to the desk. He placed it carefully on the coaster, the pattern of black wings rubbed and scuffed by the hundreds of times he'd done this before. Pausing for a moment, he went back to the kitchen and took the biscuit tin from the cupboard. Selecting two ginger biscuits, he returned to the study and sat heavily in the chair.

As he broke one of the biscuits and dunked half in his tea, the head of the black greyhound dozing on the hearthrug lifted, nose quivering hopefully. She pushed herself up and approached the desk, resting her chin on Qrow's leg and gazing at him. He fondled her ear with a smile.

"Just a crumb, then. We don't want you getting fat, Letty." He broke off a fragment of biscuit and rested it on his leg. With one sideways lick of Letitia's tongue, it was gone.

Qrow ate the second biscuit quickly and stared at the computer screen. He'd written about eighty percent of his target for today, and after a slurp of tea he began typing rapidly. He didn't notice when Letitia left his side to peer out of the French doors which opened onto the small rear garden.

He didn't notice when a large, white something dropped from the sky and landed with a muffled crash in the shrubs outside.

He finally looked away from the screen when Letitia began barking loudly, wondering why she was making such a fuss. It's probably only a squirrel.

Qrow didn't expect to see a beautiful, naked man standing in his back garden, rubbing his shoulder and looking back at the house. He blinked his eyes several times, but the man was still there. Letitia was now crouched on the floor, staring through the glazed door and growling low in her throat.

He went to the back door of the house, leaving Letty in the study. Opening it cautiously, he saw the man was now kneeling on the grass, retching painfully. His back, Qrow noticed, was not smooth but had a prominent bump below each shoulder.

"Uh, can I help you?" Qrow frowned at his own words, which didn't seem to fit this most unusual situation.

The man stood, wiping his mouth and turning towards Qrow. He tried not to look, but—

The man had no genitals.

There was no suggestion of injury, just smooth skin and a complete absence of— everything.

"Who— what—" Qrow frequently wrote about other-worldly beings in his books. Facing one in his back garden was another thing altogether.

Finally, the man spoke. "Please may I have something to cover my body? It is very cold here." His voice was low, smooth as velvet, melodious as a dawn woodland full of birdsong.

"Yes, uh, just wait there. Don't move." Qrow hurried to the bathroom and grabbed his bathrobe, returning quickly to the garden.

"Here, put this on and come inside." He cast a look about but could see no sign of any inquisitive neighbours.

The man padded inside and stood just inside the kitchen, looking about him with wide eyes. Qrow reached around him and closed the door, before retreating a few paces and turning to stare once more.

"Uh, hello? My name's Qrow, and you are—"

A frown crossed his beautiful face, the smooth forehead wrinkling.

"Clover. I am Clover."

"Oh, well, hello, Clover. Would you... like a cup of tea?" Qrow suddenly remembered his cup, abandoned on his desk. "I need to put the kettle on, anyway."

Probably best to humour him... he might be dangerous.

He returned to the study and retrieved his mug, with a quiet word to Letitia, whose hackles were still raised. In the kitchen, the man was peering at the notice board where Qrow pinned various reminders and lists. He looked round when Qrow reappeared.

"I can read these." He sounded pleased with himself, smiling broadly at Qrow as he rinsed his mug.

"Oh, well, that's good." Qrow wondered which was the correct emergency service to call in this situation.

"And I can understand what you say. This is all very good."

"Yes, I imagine it is. How do you like your tea?"

Clover's brow wrinkled. "Like yours?"

Qrow wondered briefly how the stranger knew how he liked his tea, and decided not to ask.

"Okay, then."

Two mugs of tea later, Qrow and Clover were sitting either side of the table. Qrow took a biscuit and bit into it, before pushing the tin towards him.

"Help yourself."

Clover looked at him for a long moment, then proceeded to take about eight biscuits and stack them in front of him. Qrow raised an eyebrow, then stared at him. "Are you really going to eat all those?"

"Yes." Clover proceeded to do so, and Qrow sat back in his chair. This situation was not making any more sense, and he felt out of control in his own house. It was not a good feeling.

"So... how did you come to be in my garden?"

Clover swallowed the final biscuit, and took several mouthfuls of tea before replying.

"I fell. Or rather, I was pushed."

"What, from a— a plane, or a balloon?"

"No, from The Realm. It was my punishment."

"Seems rather severe... what were you being punished for?"

"I transgressed. So I deserve to be castigated."

Qrow wondered if Clover had been in some kind of extreme cult.

"What was the nature of your— transgression?"

"I was reading in the restricted archives... it was the third time I had done it, and I should not have gone there. So the Angelic Council banished me from The Realm, for thirty days."

Qrow's brain was used to dealing with mystical worlds and convoluted plot lines, yet this was different. Clover spoke of an Angelic Council, which implied angels were real, and— "What's The Realm, exactly?"

"It is where we live. Our world, if you like. Though it's nothing like this world, I have to say. Warmer, for a start."

Qrow laughed. It was tinged with a small note of hysteria.

"It's still only spring, so it can be a bit nippy right now." He took a biscuit with trembling fingers, trying to organise his thoughts. "And... where do you have to go, for this thirty day banishment?"

Clover looked directly into Qrow's eyes.

"I wonder if I might stay with you?"

As Qrow sorted through his clothes, trying to find something that might fit Clover without ripping when he put it on, he wondered whether this was wise. What if this is all fantasy? What if he needs... medical attention, or something?

But Qrow had seen the bumps on Clover's back. Had seen, albeit only briefly, his lack of certain— attributes. And yet he seemed healthy and uninjured. So for now, Qrow was prepared to believe him, and see where this went.

If I can get more info about The Realm, and how they live there... it might be good material for a future work.

"This is very nice." Clover twirled round, the soft material of the kaftan billowing out as Qrow looked on, trying not to laugh.

"It's all I had that would fit you... we need to get you some proper clothes."

"Is this not proper?" Clover was running his hands over the fabric, in a way Qrow found distracting.

"Uh, maybe twenty years ago. You'd get a few looks if you went out dressed like that now."

"We don't wear clothes normally, so this is a new experience for me." Clover stood still, fixing Qrow with a solemn look. "This is supposed to be a punishment, to remind me of my transgression and that it must not be repeated..."

"Are you feeling punished at the moment?"

"No, not at all... this is all so different, and I'm enjoying it!"

Qrow smiled. "Well, make the most of it. After thirty days you'll have had enough, and be more than ready to return." His smile faded, and he said with a frown, "So, this transgression. Can you explain it a bit more?"

Clover sat down, drawing the folds of the kaftan close to his legs. "I'm fascinated by our history. I love to read of how life was, before— the changes were made."

Qrow scratched his hand through his hair. "That doesn't seem so bad... learning about the past is usually interesting, and informative. But— what are the changes you mentioned?"

There was silence, then Clover began to speak slowly. "The Realm is, I think, very different to your world. Once, we were more like you, with more differences in our bodies. But now all Angels are quite similar in appearance. And... we may not love each other. Not any more. At least... in The Realm, all is love, but it is not a personal thing. We cannot love one Angel more than any other. It is a question of balance."

"So there are no male or female angels... no differences between you at all?"

"That is correct. I had read, in ancient texts, how once it was different... before we all became as one. I read of love between Angels, and it seemed a wonderful thing. But though we live in bliss, that has been lost." Clover lapsed into silence, and Qrow gazed at him.

A rational thought cut into Qrow's brain. Why am I sitting here, having a friendly conversation with an Angel? Either I'm mad, or he is. Is he even a he? Qrow decided he would have to do, for now, until things became clearer.

"You must appreciate, I'm finding this difficult to grasp. Before today, I would have said angels don't exist— except in some of my books." He ended with a faint laugh, as Clover looked at him keenly.

"You write about us?"

"No, no... it's all fiction. Although— you're sitting in my house, and I'm starting to wonder..."

Clover stood abruptly. "I'll prove it to you." He turned away from Qrow, slipping the kaftan from his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Before Qrow could register what was happening, the bulges on Clover's back flexed, and a pair of ivory coloured, feathered wings appeared. They were large, but folded neatly against his back. Clover looked over his shoulder, watching Qrow's face.

Qrow closed his gaping mouth with an effort. "Wings. You have wings." He stared up at the Angel, who was regarding him with a small smile.

"Can I—" Qrow held out a hand.

Clover flexed one wing and it opened a little, revealing the layered feathers to Qrow's gaze. He brushed his fingertips along the edge of the wing, the feathers bending slightly, their edges unexpectedly soft. Qrow looked up at him,

"They're beautiful."

Clover squeezed his shoulders together, and the wings retracted, disappearing before Qrow's eyes until only the ridges under the skin remained. He pulled up the kaftan and sat down again, looking at Qrow with one arched eyebrow.

"Now you believe me?"

Qrow nodded. There was really nothing to say.

"Having these," Clover tapped a shoulder-blade, "is meant to make it more difficult for me, while I'm here. It's part of the punishment."

Qrow frowned. "I would have thought, if angels existed, they might have grown beyond that. Such punishment, merely for seeking knowledge, seems cruel."

Clover shrugged. "I was told the change was to protect us... to remove the difficulties that can come with relationships between individuals. But from what I've read, there is much that is good which has been lost as a result."

Qrow sat back, his hands on his knees. "I don't know what to say... I have to accept the evidence of my own eyes, but it's still so much to take in. Yet... I can't turn you out onto the street..." He took a deep breath. "If you want to stay here until it's time to go back, then you can."

Clover's eyes glistened. "I was told I would not be welcomed here... that people would fear me, and seek to hurt me, for what I have done. But you—"

"To be honest, that might have happened, depending on where you landed. Not everyone here is as kind as me!" Qrow laughed. He still felt uneasy, but was prepared to follow his gut feeling that Clover was not dangerous.

He sat up straighter, his mind made up. "Okay, let's organise some clothes for you. Come and say hello to Letitia."

Clover backed away, as Qrow tried to calm the growling dog.

"She's generally so placid... I don't understand.

"Letty... come on, now. He's a friend." Qrow glanced over his shoulder.

"Crouch down to make yourself smaller, and edge a bit closer... very slowly." He continued to stroke the dog, speaking in a low voice as Clover crept nearer. The pitch of her growl changed as the angel approached.

"It's no good— she doesn't like me, for some reason. We don't have animals like this in The Realm." He stood slowly, backing away and edging round the door out into the hall.

Qrow sighed. "Letty, he'll be here for thirty days! We can't have you threatening him every time you see him." He stroked her ears gently, and she looked up at him with a soft whine.

"Okay, never mind. We'll sort something out." He stood up, unplugging his laptop, and joined Clover in the hall.

"Well, that was odd. Although— dogs can sense things we can't, like an approaching storm, or some medical conditions."

Clover frowned. "This is going to pose a problem for you, Qrow. I should go somewhere else—"

"No, no." Qrow wasn't sure why he wanted Clover to stay. I feel kind of protective toward him, I guess. "I'll have to keep her out of your way for now, that's all. Maybe when she's got used to your smell, or whatever it is..."

"Do I smell, then?" Clover sniffed at his shoulder, as Qrow laughed.

"Not really, but dogs have a very good sense of smell... you certainly don't smell unpleasant." His face reddened as he spoke. "Sorry, that was a bit personal."

"I'm glad you find my smell pleasant. You also smell very nice." Clover leant forwards and sniffed at Qrow's hair.

"Uh, good, then." Qrow blushed. "Perhaps we should see about ordering you some clothes."

After a couple of hours choosing outfits for an Angel to wear, Qrow was exhausted. Clover's enthusiasm for everything he saw on the laptop was endearing, and he would have happily spent the rest of the day looking at websites and marvelling over all that he saw.

"Okay, this should be delivered tomorrow, so you'll have to make do with the kaftan for now. Are you warm enough?"

"Fine, thank you." Clover glanced up from the screen and smiled at Qrow. His smile had an effect on Qrow which he was trying not to think about.

He'd found a website which detailed all forms of life on Earth, and Clover had picked up how to navigate the site quickly. He was now exclaiming at every page, his excitement contagious.

How wonderful to see things with fresh eyes. To appreciate what we have, all around us.

Qrow felt emotional as he watched Clover's rapt face, lit by the faint glow from the screen. The light outside was fading into early evening, and it was time to take Letty for a walk.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes or so... just stay on the computer and if anyone rings the doorbell, don't answer it."

Clover nodded happily and went back to studying pictures of sharks.

As Qrow and Letitia were on their way back, it occurred to Qrow that Clover probably didn't understand about doorbells.

After a meal of pasta, followed by ice cream, Qrow was beginning to wonder if there were any similarities between The Realm and his own life at all. Human food was unknown to Clover, and he tried everything eagerly. Qrow wasn't sure about his internal physiology, and hoped it was able to cope with all Clover had consumed so far.

"Do you actually need to sleep?" Qrow looked at him closely, but Clover showed no signs of tiredness.

"I think so... in this form, anyway. In The Realm—"

"It's different, yeah. I'm starting to get the message." Qrow stood up, adding, "I need to sort out the spare room, it's in a bit of a mess. You can stay down here, though. Better not open the door to Letty... just in case."

The greyhound was whining behind the study door, and although Qrow felt guilty he didn't want her barking at Clover this late in the evening.

"Can I look at more pictures?"

"Sure." Qrow logged on to his laptop and opened the website Clover had been looking at earlier. "Here you go."

"Thank you, Qrow. You've been very kind to me, and I'm learning so much." He patted Qrow's hand and smiled at him warmly.

"No problem. I'm glad you find this world so fascinating."

"Oh, but it is! Being able to find out all this... I'm sure it will be interesting to the other Angels when I return." He turned back to the computer eagerly.

The spare bedroom was far more untidy than Qrow remembered. After a considerable amount of tidying, which involved stacking everything on one side of the room, he was able to make the bed ready for his guest. He looked around critically. It wasn't exactly welcoming, but would have to do at such short notice.

Qrow went downstairs and checked on Letty. He'd moved her basket and water bowl into the study, and spent a short while fussing over her and talking to her softly.

As he closed the study door gently, he leant against the doorframe, a wave of weariness washing over him. It had been a day like no other, and he was more than ready for sleep.

"I think we should turn the computer off now. I need to get to bed, so perhaps you should too."

"Of course, Qrow! I do not want to upset your day."

Qrow laughed. "I think it's a bit late to hope for that." He turned off the light and checked the front door was locked, before motioning Clover up the stairs.

"Here's the spare room... sorry for the clutter, but I wasn't expecting visitors." He smiled at the Angel, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Do you— need to use the bathroom, or... anything?"

"I do not think so. I will lie in the bed now." Clover started to get into bed, when Qrow stopped him.

"Uh, we don't sleep in our clothes. I might have a pair of pyjama trousers you can borrow."

He went to his room, returning with a pair of striped trousers. "These have an elasticated waist so they—"

Clover stood by the bed, the kaftan on the floor at his feet. Qrow looked away, holding out the trousers awkwardly. "Here you go."

Clover frowned as he put them on. "You react oddly when you see me, Qrow. It happened in the garden, too. Why is that?"

Qrow glanced at him. "It's... rather unusual to see a person naked when you don't know them at all. It just doesn't happen here."

"My body is rather different to yours, then? Do you not like my body?"

Qrow's eyes met his, as he let out a sound between a laugh and a cough.

"It's not that, Clover... You— your body is very... attractive. But people normally have to know each other quite well before they... take their clothes off."

Clover bit his lower lip. "I'm sorry to make things difficult for you, when you've been so welcoming to me."

Qrow stepped forwards and placed a hand on his arm. "No, don't be. It isn't your fault you don't know how things are here." He laughed shortly. "You're far more polite than a lot of people I know. And I have no problem with seeing your body. It's very nice," he repeated, smiling at the Angel, whose brow was still furrowed.

Clover's face brightened as he smiled at Qrow. "That's good. And perhaps when we know each other better, I can see yours."

There was a long moment's silence, before Qrow let out a laugh. "Well, maybe. Let's see how we get on."

Clover slid into bed and lay down.

"Is it comfortable? I hope you'll be able to sleep okay."

He twisted and turned, saying with a smile, "Very comfortable, thank you."

"Right, well, goodnight, Clover. See you in the morning. Uh, better not get up until I've seen to Letty downstairs."

"I won't. Goodnight, Qrow."

Qrow got ready for bed, unaware of what he was doing. His day had begun in such an ordinary way, and now there was an Angel settling down to sleep in his spare bedroom.

His mind began to buzz with the germ of an idea for a future book.

He lay down and closed his eyes, and wondered how the story might end.

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The early morning light was slow to brighten Qrow's bedroom; the sun rose at the back of the house. He squinted at the clock... just gone five. Why had he woken so early?

The creak of a floorboard on the landing provoked him into full wakefulness. In a rush of images—a couple of which made his face redden—the events of the past twenty-four hours came back to him with clarity. As he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning, the door opened slowly and a soft voice spoke.

"Qrow? Have you heard it? It's beautiful."

He turned to look at the figure in the doorway, trying to focus on Clover's face rather than his chest. "What's up, Clover?"

"Nothing... it's the music. It's so beautiful and the air is full of it. Come and listen."

Scratching his head, Qrow slid from the bed and padded after Clover into the spare bedroom. The curtains were pulled back and the window thrown wide, allowing the cool air into the room. Qrow shivered, rubbing his arms as he watched Clover lean through the open window. He went to stand alongside, and realised what it was the Angel could hear.

"It's the dawn chorus."

Clover looked at him uncomprehendingly. "I don't know what that means."

"It's the birds." Qrow saw the raised eyebrow, and rubbed a hand through his hair. "This time of year, the birds are finding mates and getting ready to build their nests. They sing to each other at sunrise, until they've paired up. Once the nesting starts, it gets a bit quieter."

Clover nodded, a dreamy expression on his face. "So the birds get together... it's like what you said yesterday, when a person likes someone else, they take their clothes off. Except if you're a bird, you don't wear clothes. So you sing instead."

Qrow couldn't help but smile. "That's about it, yeah."

A thoughtful look crossed Clover's face. "It would be sad to be a bird who couldn't sing very well." His mouth turned down in a pout. "No-one would want to be your mate and you'd be lonely."

"I suppose... I don't know how often that happens." Qrow looked at his forlorn expression. "I think the birds that don't find mates just hang around together, and try again later."

A smile brightened Clover's face. "That's not so bad, then."

Qrow gave a huge yawn. "Uh, sorry. I'm not usually awake this early." He shivered. "I think I'll go back to bed... you can listen to the birds, if you want. My alarm will go off in about two hours."

"I'm sorry if you didn't want to be awake now, Qrow. The music was so lovely, I wanted you to hear it."

"It was a nice thought... thank you. And they'll be doing it for a week or two yet, I expect."

"That's wonderful! I can listen every day." He went back to the window, and after a moment's hesitation, Qrow returned to his room.

It took him a while to get back to sleep. He lay in the pale pre-dawn light, thinking about the celestial being in his spare bedroom, and his joy at the sound of birdsong. Finally, he fell back into a light doze.

The next thing Qrow knew, was a clatter in his room as something fell to the floor. He sat up with a jolt, to see Clover picking a picture frame up from the floor.

"What is it? What's going on?" His voice was groggy, his brain still half asleep.

"I'm sorry, I made some tea but then I knocked this down." Clover looked at the photo before setting it back on the dresser. "Who is this person with you?"

Qrow rubbed his eyes. "It's my sister... my twin. We were born at the same time," he added, as Clover frowned. "I don't see her much— hold on, you made tea? How did you—"

"I watched you yesterday... I'm a quick learner. I brought the biscuit tin as well." He carried Qrow's mug carefully to the bed.

Qrow gazed up at his smiling face. "Thank you... this is very kind."

Clover passed him the biscuits. "You're being kind to me, so I thought I would be kind back."

Qrow shunted further up the bed. He waggled a foot beneath the quilt. "Do you want to sit down?"

Clover took his tea and sat gingerly at the end of the bed. Qrow offered him the tin, and he took one Bourbon biscuit with a smile. He cautiously dunked it in his tea, as Qrow raised an eyebrow. "Are you copying me?"

After a short moment while he swallowed, Clover replied. "I saw you do this yesterday... I'm trying to learn the way you do things. I want to fit in, while I'm here."

There was an unexpected lump in Qrow's throat. "That's... kind of a nice idea. But you know, you shouldn't do a thing if you don't want to, just because somebody else does."

Clover sat in thoughtful silence. "I like eating my biscuit like this," he said, finally.

Qrow smiled. "That's okay, then. But as a general rule... it's good to learn, just don't slavishly copy everything you see."

"How do I know what is good to copy, and what is bad?"

After a moment, Qrow laughed. "That's a difficult question to answer. For now, you'd best ask me, I guess."

Nodding thoughtfully, Clover said, "Can I have another biscuit?"

Later that morning several packages arrived. Qrow had paid for next day delivery, and Clover now had a small wardrobe of clothes to choose from. He handed back the kaftan with a sad pout, but brightened when Qrow told him he looked far better in the clothes he was now wearing. The slim fit jeans clung to his body in all the right places, and the loose cotton shirt sat comfortably across his shoulders, with plenty of room for his wing bumps.

"How does that feel?" Qrow smiled as Clover twisted from side to side in front of the wardrobe mirror.

"A bit strange... but I feel more like I belong here now."

"Well, that's good, as I thought you might like to go out for a short walk later."

"Outside? Outside your house?" Clover's eyes widened, and he wrapped his arms across his front, hands gripping at his biceps.

"Well, maybe today's a bit soon. Perhaps it would be better if you get more used to living as a human for a while."

Clover's frown disappeared as he smiled at Qrow. "That feels more... comfortable. Thank you, Qrow."

"Hey, it's fine. You can look at some more stuff on the computer, if you like."

Several days passed, and although Qrow wasn't getting much writing done, he didn't care. The pleasure derived from introducing Clover to different aspects of life on Earth was unexpected, yet satisfying. He'd discovered that many television documentaries were available on iPlayer, and Clover watched them avidly. There were always questions to be answered, yet Qrow didn't mind. Clover's joy was contagious, although the conversations triggered by his questions sometimes went in an unanticipated direction.

One wildlife show featured several scenes of animals mating, and Clover had plenty of questions to ask about the subject. Qrow tried to answer in a straightforward fashion.

"So it's a bit different with humans. Not everyone feels the need to mate with someone else. And for those that do, some will want to mate with the opposite sex. Some with the same sex. And some people are happy with either."

Clover gazed at Qrow, biting at his lower lip. "What about you, Qrow?"

How did I know that one was coming?

"Uh, for me, it's either. Although it's been mostly other men, as it happens." He couldn't prevent the blush which rose on his cheeks.

"And is there anyone you're mating with now? I mean..." Clover laughed. "Not at this moment, of course."

Qrow laughed with him. "No, Clover. There's no-one at all right now."

Clover looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, before turning his attention back to the TV once more.

The following day, after Clover had recovered from the excitement of watching the toast pop up automatically from the toaster, he said he felt ready to venture from the house.

"Yeah... it's a nice day, we could go to the park for a bit."

"What's the park, exactly? What's there?"

Qrow scratched his head. "There's a big pond... a kids' playground... lots of grass and paths... trees... flowers... the usual, really."

Clover beamed at him. "None of those are usual to me, though! It sounds exciting."

Qrow thought he might be disappointed, but said nothing. The weather stayed dry, so after lunch they set out.

"Normally I'd take Letty, but as she's still a bit off with you, we won't chance it. It's this way, not far to walk." He took Clover's elbow and steered him through the front gate, and left onto the narrow pavement outside.

The car which passed by a few moments later was not going fast, as it was a restricted speed zone. Qrow managed to grab Clover before he jumped into the hedge of the garden they were passing.

"Hey, it's okay... oh gods, you've not seen cars before, have you?"

Clover turned a pair of wide eyes on him. Qrow could feel his arm trembling beneath his hand.

"It was so loud! And there's a horrible smell..."

Qrow placed his other hand on Clover's shoulder. "Yeah, I know. But in general, they go on the road and we're on the pavement, and they're not dangerous as long as that's how it stays."

A small van went by, and Clover flinched, biting his lip and staring at its progress along the road. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and Qrow got the impression of a terrified prey animal facing its predator. He rubbed Clover's upper arms gently.

"Come on, it's not far. There aren't any cars in the park."

Clover edged nearer to Qrow and walked closely alongside him for the remainder of the short journey to the park. As they turned in through the wide entrance, Qrow felt him relax. He still stayed close, however, with his shoulder almost pressed to Qrow's.

Their steps slowed a little as they walked past the playground towards the open grassy area. There were only a few toddlers and their carers, as it was term-time for school age children. Clover smiled as they passed the enclosed play area.

"They are having fun," he observed. "Can we go in there?"

"'Fraid not... it's only for kids." A thought struck Qrow. "Are there young Angels in The Realm, or are you all adults?"

Clover stopped smiling. "There are no children, just people like me... or older. We do not have children."

Qrow said nothing. The more he heard of The Realm, the more dreary it sounded.

The large pond came into view, and Qrow walked a little faster. "Come on, you'll like this. There should be some ducks."

"What are ducks?"

"Birds... they spend a lot of their time on the water. Look, there we go." He pointed to the further side of the pond, where an elderly man was scattering birdseed. All was quiet, until a few of the ducks saw what was happening, and swam or flew across the water to help themselves. Loud quacking disturbed the tranquillity of the pond, as squabbles broke out over the food.

Clover grabbed Qrow's arm. "What are they doing? What's that dreadful noise?"

"They're just quacking... it's the sound they make. Not quite as tuneful as the dawn chorus, is it?" He smiled as he looked sideways, the smile dropping from his face as he took in Clover's expression. "It's okay, Clover. It's just noise." He patted the Angel on the arm, and Clover clutched at his hand.

"Lots of things make noise in this world, don't they?"

"I guess so." Qrow ran his free hand through his hair. "Shall we go home? Is it too much?"

Clover cast a worried look across the pond, where the ducks had now resolved their dispute and were paddling quietly back and forth. "No... I need to get used to things. As long as you're here, I'll be okay."

They spent another hour or so walking slowly around the park, stopping for an ice cream at the van parked near the playground on their way out. Clover had a cone, and was amazed to find you could eat the ice cream at the same time as the thing which held it.

"But we don't eat plates and bowls... this is very clever. Your world is noisy, but clever, too." He was smiling again.

Qrow felt a lurch in his chest as he looked at the Angel. His green eyes shone as he looked back at Qrow.

"What is it? Am I doing it wrong?"

Qrow smiled, reaching out to wipe a drop of thawed ice cream from the side of Clover's mouth. "You're doing just fine."

The streets were busier as they made their way back, but Clover appeared unconcerned. As they stopped to pet a cat which was sitting on a neighbour's wall, Qrow remarked, "You're very quick at picking things up, you know? You're managing a lot better than I would, anyway."

Clover rubbed the side of the cat's face, smiling as it pushed against his hand. "At least this animal likes me. I wish Letty liked me, too." After a moment, he added, "Once I understand about a new thing, then I'm happy. There's so much here I haven't seen before, though. So much to make sense of."

Qrow patted his arm. "I know. And you're doing a good job." He scritched the cat's ears one last time. "Come on... speaking of Letty, she needs her walk."

Qrow left Clover watching a David Attenborough documentary, his attention solely on the screen, a rapt look on his face. Letty pranced up and down the hall with her lead in her mouth, no longer growling at Clover yet paying him no heed either. Qrow gathered up the lead and with a final, "We won't be long!" they left the house.

Beyond the park was a wider open space, where dogs were allowed off the lead. As Letty ran to and fro after the ball Qrow threw for her, he thought hard. About Clover.

It had only been a short while, yet Qrow was troubled. Had he accepted the situation too readily? Should he have taken Clover to the police station, or a hospital?

No. The notion of the innocent Angel subjected to a barrage of intrusive questions or tests churned his stomach. Qrow felt protective of him, almost as though his naive wonder at the world meant he was a child, in need of care and nurturing.

But that's not quite it, is it?

Qrow's brain asked the awkward question, and he supplied the uncomfortable answer reluctantly.

Qrow had two nieces, and sometimes looked after them for a day or more. He cared for them, and would do whatever was necessary to protect them from harm.

But his feelings for Clover weren't like that. Clover didn't need protecting... he was strong, and intelligent, and wise.

And handsome. Gorgeous, even. With the kindest face... the most captivating smile...

And he's an Angel who'll be returning home in a few weeks time.

Qrow called to Letty and she raced up to him. He fastened her lead, taking the damp ball from her mouth and pocketing it, before making his slow way home.

Chapter Text

As Clover's visit continued, he became more comfortable with the daily routine of human life. He wanted to know everything— it seemed as though he was storing away all his experiences for the future, when he was drawn back to The Realm.

Qrow wasn't sure how he felt about that eventuality.

"And you've written all these books?" Clover scanned the top shelf in the study, where first editions of Qrow's novels were arranged. His lips moved as he read some of the titles.

"Oath of Wyverns... The Face of the Betrayed... Prince of Crows! Really?"

Qrow looked faintly embarrassed. "That's an early one. I may have been a bit self-indulgent."

Clover traced a finger along the shelf. "The Winged Obelisk... is this one of your angel stories?"

"It is... but I doubt you'd recognise much in there. What I've written is nothing like how you describe your home."

Clover turned to him, a wide smile on his face. "Can I read it?"

"Uh... it might be a bit long." Qrow reached up and selected a paperback from a lower shelf. "Here, this one's short stories. You shouldn't have any problem finishing it before..."

Clover gazed at him, and Qrow felt the warmth creep up his neck. He passed the book to Clover, his eyes not meeting the Angel's.

"Time to put the kettle on, I think."

They discussed The Realm, sometimes. Qrow watched Clover's face as they talked; there was no sign of sadness, no wistfulness in his voice, as he spoke of his home. There seemed to be nothing he missed, except—

"He is my best friend, and very kind in allowing me to look at the old texts and histories. He spoke up for me before I was banished, but it made no difference. And now he's started The Fade."

Qrow heard the capitalisation of the last two words, and asked what Clover meant.

"The Fade? It's what happens when an Angel gets very old. We aren't immortal, you see. As we approach the end of our time, we get The Fade. It's slow, and not at all painful. Dariel has started his..." His eyes were unfocused, and his brow creased. "I hope I'll see him before he Fades completely."

"I hope so, too." Qrow was trying not to dwell on how long Clover had been staying with him. He didn't want to think about how many days remained of his banishment. "You'll be back there soon."

Clover had more questions later, after watching yet another nature documentary. Qrow thought he might have tired of them by now, but that hadn't happened, and fortunately there were still plenty to choose from. As Qrow turned the TV off, Clover pulled at the slightly flattened cushion behind him and hugged it to his chest. It was a thing he did when he was worried about something, Qrow had noticed.

"The... antelope, was it? In that programme we just watched." He spoke slowly, the thoughts still forming.

"Mmm." Qrow knew what was coming.

"The lions killed it. And they took it back to their family, and used it for food."

"It's what lions do." Qrow's voice was gentle, and he saw the frown deepen on Clover's face.

"So... the antelope's life is just... gone?"

"It is. But because of that, the lions have enough to eat. The young lions will get to grow into adults."

"But the antelope—"

Qrow reached out a hand and rested it lightly on Clover's forearm. "It's called the food chain. Some animals are eaten, and some do the eating. If it's working properly, it means no creature overruns its habitat. There's a balance."

Clover's fingers picked at the piping round the edge of the cushion. "What are humans? Do they eat, or are they eaten?"

"It depends." Qrow paused, wondering how to put it. "Long ago, humans would have been food for the large predators which lived then. But now, there are no animals which regularly hunt people. Humans have become the predators."

Clover's eyes widened. "So you go out and chase animals to eat?"

Qrow shook his head. "Not me personally. And although some people around the world hunt their own food, most people who eat animals don't. The animals are farmed... kept in captivity and killed, then cut up and sold in shops."

The silence in the room lengthened as Clover pondered Qrow's words. Finally, he asked, "Do you get the animal parts from the shop? Do we have them for our dinner?"

Qrow smiled. "No. Some people, like me, prefer not to eat animals. We eat other things instead."

After a moment, Clover lessened his grip on the cushion and tucked it beside him. "That's good. I think I prefer it that way."

"So what do you eat in The Realm, then?" Qrow hadn't questioned Clover about how he was able to process the food he'd been eating during his stay. His body, while superficially human, was presumably very different on the inside.

"We don't, really... we don't need food to sustain us. There are fruit trees, but..." Clover frowned. "We don't eat the fruit. It's just... there." He stood suddenly. "Anyway, what's for dinner this evening?"

Qrow was thankful that while Clover was chopping the roots for the pasta dish, he didn't ask whether vegetables could feel pain. He was concentrating on getting the pieces the right size; once more—as Qrow watched his hands in their careful task—he felt admiration for the Angel, who was adapting to his new life so well.

"Do you want to come shopping tomorrow?" The fridge was looking bare, and although Qrow often shopped online, he felt it might be interesting for Clover to visit a supermarket.

He stopped chopping and looked up. "I thought you just tell the computer what you need, and it arrives the next day. Like my clothes did."

Qrow laughed. "That's kind of the idea, but we can go to an actual shop and choose what we want from the shelves. That can be more fun, sometimes. You could see something unexpected, and you can buy it."

"Okay." With a smile, he returned to his food preparation, and Qrow busied himself organising the remainder of the meal.

The following day they set out after breakfast. Clover hesitated as Qrow opened the car door. "We're not walking?"

"No, we'll have too much to carry. It's only a short drive."

Clover had not travelled in the car before. He sat stiffly in his seat as Qrow stretched across to pull the seatbelt into place. "You just click it into here, see?"

Clover wriggled. "Why are we tied up like this? It's not very comfortable."

"Stop squirming, then! It's a precaution... if there's an accident, we don't want to be thrown through the windscreen."

A look of alarm crossed Clover's face. "No, that wouldn't be good. But there won't be an accident, will there?"

"Very unlikely." Qrow glanced over his shoulder and pulled away from the kerb. "Just sit tight and enjoy the journey."

Clover did not enjoy the journey.

"But you can fly, Clover. This can't be more alarming than that, surely?"

He bit his lip. "It's different when it's under your control..."

"That's true, to be fair. I prefer to be the driver rather than the passenger. But still—" he collected the shopping bags from the back seat. "It's just another thing to get used to, for you, isn't it? You've done so well with everything else."

Clover held Qrow's arm as they negotiated the busy car park. "Thank you, Qrow. You're one of the kindest people I know."

"I'm the only person you know," Qrow laughed. He patted Clover's hand. "I'm only teasing... thanks, Clover. You make it easy to be kind."

The shopping was completed without incident, and the only extravagance was a large bar of chocolate which caught Clover's eye. As they waited at the checkout, he frowned. "Why are we here? Can't we leave, if we have all our things?"

"We have to pay first." They shuffled forwards slowly as a gap opened in front of them.

"Pay? What does that mean?"

Qrow realised Clover had formed the impression if you wanted something, you could simply tell the computer or in this case, take it from the shop. He smiled at the Angel's puzzled expression.

"I'm not sure this is the best time to explain... let's finish with the checkout and I'll tell you later."

The concept of money and payment was unknown to Clover. In The Realm, anything you needed was available on request. Angels did not work to earn money, and did not need to spend or barter to obtain items. It took some while before he understood how it worked on Earth.

"But Qrow, I don't understand." Clover ran a hand through his short, brown hair.

Something about the gesture tipped Qrow's concentration sideways momentarily.

Clover was still speaking. "... plenty to go around. It seems a complicated process... you have to work to get money. Then you have to give the money to someone. Then they will give you what you need. There should be an easier way."

Qrow decided some things couldn't be explained simply. "I'm sorry, Clover, I don't have a good explanation. I don't know enough about economics... plenty of people have other ideas about how it might work. It's very difficult, to change a basic rule of society, even if the current system isn't necessarily the best."

"You're right." Clover pursed his lips, his forehead creasing in thought. "There are things about The Realm which could be better too, but some people don't want it to change."

"Perhaps it could, with time? Change can't always be rushed."

Clover's frown deepened. "The only changes they seem to want, are to remove the ways we can differ. That was why I wanted to read the archives... to learn about how we were. I understand why changes were made, at least... I understand why the Elders thought they should be made. I don't agree with it, that's all." His face bore a truculent expression. "Everything I've seen here... the variety of life, the differences even between humans. I don't see it as a bad thing. Why must life be uniform? Where is the interest in that?" Jumping up, he walked to the fireplace, gazing at his reflection in the spotted glass of the old mirror propped on the mantlepiece. He turned away to face Qrow once more.

"I like my face... and I like your face, too. We're good in different ways, don't you think?"

Qrow laughed. "I'm happy enough with mine, and yours is a pleasure to look at." He coughed, adding to himself, "As is the rest of you."

"So you like the form I have now?" Clover ran his hands over his body, as if assessing it.

Qrow's voice had a rough edge to it. "It's perfect, Clover. Just right."

The screen faded to black. As the credits rolled, Qrow reduced the volume and turned to look at Clover. "Did you enjoy it? It's a rather old film, but considered a classic..." His words petered out as he saw Clover's expression.

"Why did she have to leave?" His voice was unsteady, and his hand reached for the cushion squashed behind him.

"I don't think she wanted to... but they realised it couldn't work between them. Their lives were too different."

"They seemed happy together. They laughed, and kissed, and—" He turned a glistening gaze towards Qrow. "It wasn't fair." His hands kneaded the cushion where it rested on his lap.

Qrow swallowed hard. The sight of the Angel so distressed was painful to see. After a momentary hesitation, he angled himself towards Clover and gently took a hand in his. "This okay?" He raised their hands, a tiny smile on his face.

Clover nodded, sniffing loudly.

"I'm sorry I picked a film that's made you unhappy. The last thing I want— I didn't want to upset you, Clover."

Clover nodded dumbly. He rubbed at his face with his free hand, squeezing Qrow's hand as he did so.

"And anyway," Qrow continued, "it doesn't always finish like that. Plenty of stories end with the people still together... in real life, too."

"That's good. It was nice to see them happy with each other." He tugged gently on Qrow's hand. "Could we— would you mind... can we kiss, like they did? I'd like to know how it feels." He looked hopefully at Qrow.

Of course we can't kiss. It would be a mistake. Not a wise move at all...

Qrow leant towards him, their hands still clasped. Clover dutifully closed his eyes, turning his face up as Qrow's lips found his.

Clover's lips were soft and warm, his cheeks still faintly damp, and Qrow couldn't stop the low hum in his chest as they drew closer. His lips parted, his tongue brushing the lightest touch against Clover's mouth, before he pulled away. He stared at the Angel's flushed cheeks, his bright eyes, and his tongue which ran across his bottom lip.

"Clover, you're so beautiful."

The words came unbidden, falling to settle gently between them. Clover smiled. "So are you."

"Gods, I shouldn't have said that... even if it is true."

The stillness in the room was complete. The film had finished and the screen was dark, the only illumination provided by the street lamp outside.

Qrow drew a shuddering breath. "I'm so sorry... that shouldn't have—"

"I asked you. Don't apologise... I wanted to do it."

Qrow released his hand and moved along the sofa. "I know, but... it was irresponsible, all the same. And totally my fault... I might have known what would happen after watching a film like that." His laugh was shaky. "I should know by now how you like to try things for yourself."

Neither of them mentioned the kiss again. Qrow mentally chastised himself for, as he saw it, taking advantage of Clover. Even though he'd insisted it wasn't Qrow's fault.

Spring was almost summer, and an especially warm day meant they could sit in the garden until late in the evening. Letty was happy to be around Clover now— she didn't seek him out for attention, but no longer growled at him either. Qrow counted that as a win.

She sat up suddenly, raising her nose as though catching a scent. Then she whined, and tucked her tail beneath her before crawling under Qrow's chair.

"What's the matter with Letty?"

Qrow reached under and rubbed at the dog, scritching her ears gently. Another whine followed, and he squinted into the sky.

"I think there might be a storm coming. Dogs can sense it sometimes, even when there's no sign of it yet. We should probably go inside now."

Letty followed close behind Qrow as they went in through the open French doors, and once they were shut she seemed to calm down a little.

"I wish I could stroke her, but I don't think she likes me enough yet."

"Better not risk it; she's a bit touchy right now. But she likes you a lot more than she did at first."

Clover settled for crouching nearby and speaking to Letty softly. She whined again, but her tail beat a gentle rhythm on the floor behind her. Clover looked up at Qrow, his smile wide. "She nearly likes me!"

"She does." Qrow rested a hand briefly on his shoulder. "I've got a bit of a headache tonight. I think I'll turn in early... you don't have to, though."

Clover pushed himself to standing. "I might read some more of the book you lent me, but I'll read in bed. I won't disturb you, Qrow."

After a couple of hours sleep, Qrow woke suddenly. A sharp crack of lightning was closely followed by a deep rumble of thunder, but a noise within the house startled him more. Trying to shake the sleep from his brain, he slid from the bed and went out onto the landing. There was a muffled crash from the spare room.

"What is it, Clover? Can I come in?" His tap on the door was not answered, so he pushed the door open slowly and peered around it.

Clover was standing beside the bed, his hands over his ears and his eyes squeezed shut. His wings were spread wide, and several books were scattered across the floor. Qrow approached him, touching his arm cautiously.

"What's wrong? It's okay, I'm here."

Clover recoiled at his touch, dropping his hands and staring into Qrow's face. After a moment he grabbed Qrow's hand and clutched it tightly. His wings slowly folded and disappeared.

"Qrow, there was a bright light, and then such a noise! I thought the house was falling down, or..."

Tears streaked his cheeks, and he flinched as another lightning flash illuminated the room. Qrow stepped forward, pulling him into a hug as the thunder rattled the window in its frame. He rubbed a hand across Clover's trembling shoulders.

"It's okay, just a lot of light and noise... it'll pass soon. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, Clover."

His shaking shoulders slowly stilled as Qrow ran a hand up and down his back. He allowed himself to be nudged towards the bed. "I'm sorry about your books. My wings— I couldn't stop them."

"Not to worry, I'm sure they're fine." Qrow straightened up, patting him on the shoulder. "Let me tidy up."

The books were undamaged, and Qrow stacked them on the floor before turning back to the bed. "Will you be alright now?"

Another flare of lightning showed him Clover's face, eyes wide but no longer tearful. After a longer gap, a muffled rumble of thunder rolled around the house.

"Would you mind staying here until it's all gone?"

Qrow smiled. "No problem. I'll just perch on the edge here."

Clover shuffled over to make room, and turned on his side. He found Qrow's hand and held it between his own. "Do you mind?"

A bubble of warmth grew in Qrow's chest as he looked down at Clover.

"No... not at all."

Some while later, Qrow felt the grip on his hand slacken. Clover stirred in the bed, but didn't open his eyes. Qrow stood stiffly, suppressing a groan, and made his way back to his own room.

The next morning there was a fresh smell from the overnight rain. Qrow took a few more deep breaths at his window, before pulling it almost closed. He went to the other bedroom and tapped on the door.

"Would you like a cup of tea, Clover?"

There was no response, so he opened the door and looked towards the bed. The covers were pulled up to the pillow, and the bed was empty.

He went down the stairs two at a time, a twisting feeling in his stomach. The kitchen was empty.

The house was empty.

Running a trembling hand through his hair, Qrow stared at the calendar hanging on the notice board.

The thirty days were up.

Clover had gone home.

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The first thing Clover noticed was the silence. The atmosphere was heavy, pressing in on him in an almost suffocating haze.

Where are the birds? I can't even hear any traffic.

The second thing he noticed was the temperature. Neither cool nor warm, as though his body was formed from the very air surrounding him.

I don't feel snuggly... where has the quilt gone?

The third thing he noticed was the pain in his chest, when he realised he was no longer asleep in bed, in Qrow's spare room.

Oh, no.

He pushed himself to a sitting position. The emptiness he felt was unlike anything he'd experienced before. He placed a trembling hand flat against his chest.

Qrow.

Clover was back in The Realm, yet it didn't feel like home.

"So, Clover, we hope you've taken your banishment to heart. It's not a process we enjoy, yet— it's vital for the peace and tranquillity of The Realm, that all abide by our common guidelines. I'm sure you appreciate this." Karlel studied the younger Angel who stood quietly before them.

Clover faced the members of the Angelic Council, his face suitably sombre. After exchanging glances with the other Elders, Karlel raised a hand. "That is all we will say of the matter. There is one other thing, however."

Clover had shifted his feet, about to turn away, but at Karlel's words, he paused.

"Dariel has expressed a... desire, that you might help him in the archives, before he Fades. Not the restricted section, naturally." The Elder's smile was thin-lipped. "If this pleases you?"

Clover coughed. "It does... thank you. May I— can I go there now?"

Karlel inclined his head, and Clover turned on his heel and left as quickly as he could.

Since his return, Clover felt he was in mourning.

Not that he was supposed to know anything about the concept.

His body—which was barely a body, in reality—was too light... too ephemeral. He wanted substance. He wanted weight.

He wanted to feel Qrow's hand on his arm. Qrow's mouth on his.

All he had were the memories of his banishment. They were solid enough now, yet Clover knew with time their reality would diminish, and the pictures he treasured would become as insubstantial as he was.

Dariel was overjoyed to see Clover once more.

"I wondered if you'd get back in time... I've not got long, as you can see." His tone was not melancholy, but pragmatic. "Did the Elders tell you the good news?"

"About helping you? Yes, that's why I'm here. At least," Clover amended, "I'd have come anyway, as soon as I could."

"And did your time away teach you a lesson?" He smiled at the younger Angel.

Clover did not return the smile. "It did. It taught me that Earth is a perplexing, noisy, exciting place, and—" he broke off, adding softly, "some of the people there are very kind."

"It seems the punishment was ill-conceived, then. But you must have a care, Clover. Another transgression would not earn you a return visit, you know. You cannot trick the Council in that way."

Eyebrows raised, Clover stared at him. "What do you mean? I didn't say—"

"You didn't have to. I can see it in your face." Dariel sighed. "The same thing happened to me— when I was banished, long ago."

Clover was silent, his eyes fixed on the other's face.

"I don't even recall what I had done to deserve it... it was many aeons ago. And— I didn't want to come back. I had made a friend... a very good friend. I wanted to stay with them, but—" he shrugged. "I couldn't. And for quite some time afterwards, all I could think of was how I could return to them."

They sat in silence. Clover eventually asked, "And are you glad you didn't go back? Or do you wish you had never returned to The Realm?"

Dariel smiled gently. "If I had not returned, I would not have known you, Clover. And... well, I have thought of you as the son I might have had, if I'd stayed."

Clover bit his lip, one hand extending to touch the other's arm. He wasn't sure what to say to this, when Dariel continued.

"I hope I'm not doing wrong, by telling you this. You know, it is possible to return, under exceptional circumstances." His face softened at the eager expression on Clover's face. "It isn't easy... the Council don't want it to be easy, you see. But, if what you have seen does not leave you, and if your intent does not waver... there may be a way."

Clover stood abruptly and began pacing back and forth. The surge of hope in his chest threatened to lift his feet from the ground, and he turned to Dariel, his eyes bright.

"What do I have to do?"

"Firstly, stop striding about like that; you're making me dizzy!" The old Angel laughed. "Now, be seated, and tell me about the person you met... and why they are so important to you."

"It's no good, Letty. He's gone."

Letitia had picked up on Qrow's agitation, running from room to room and barking loudly. She was now pawing at the bed in the spare room, dragging the covers askew and whining, her tail drooping.

Qrow sat heavily on the floor beside her. He fondled her ears, staring unseeing across the room.

"So you liked him a bit too, huh?" He pressed a hand to his mouth, crushing his lips against his teeth. His eyelids squeezed shut as the tears began, and Letty's rough tongue rasped at his cheek as he hugged her gently.

Sitting in the quiet kitchen later, a cup of tea going cold in front of him, Qrow tried to reason with himself.

You knew he wasn't here for long.

He wasn't even human.

You can't get so attached to someone after only a month.

Nothing helped.

Letitia was curled at his feet, resting closely against his legs. She had not left his side all morning, as though trying in her own way to comfort him.

Qrow took a mouthful of tea and just managed to stop himself from spitting the tepid liquid over the table.

"This won't do, Letty. It was an interesting month, but we have to get back to normal now."

He went to the spare bedroom, staring at the unkempt bed with a frown. With a small shake of the head, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Stripping the bed could wait.

Clover hunched over the faded manuscript, as Dariel's shadowy finger traced the lettering.

"You see, it says here that an Angel may make a request to the Council, when six times the length of their banishment has passed. Yours was thirty days, as measured in Earth time. If you feel the same after the requisite period has passed, you may petition the Elders. If you want to do this, I will speak up for you, Clover. If you are still of the same mind."

"How long has it been? Time here is so different to there."

Dariel tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I believe the required time will soon have passed." He looked at his young friend. "How do you feel, Clover?"

Clover clasped his hands together, his knees pressing either side as he bit his lip and gazed into Dariel's face.

I can almost see through him... he's nearly Faded.

He swallowed hard. "I understand why the changes were made, here. Because if you... care for someone, and they have to leave, or you have to leave them... it hurts. I don't know why it hurts, because— I mean, I don't have a body, like I did— why does it still hurt so much?" He blinked a few times, finally raising one hand to rub at his face.

Dariel rested a hand on Clover's knee. "You still feel it, then. Qrow... he had an effect on you."

Clover nodded, a tiny smile curving his mouth. "He was very kind, and when we kissed— I felt it... here." He placed a hand on his chest. "It was a warm feeling... but now it feels cold, and hard."

Dariel pursed his lips. "Let us read on. We need to understand what must happen next."

Qrow stood up from his desk and stretched. Going through the proposed edits to his manuscript was a slow process, and he needed frequent breaks to keep his mind focused.

"Time for a walk, Letty?"

The greyhound scrambled to her feet, nosing the study door wide as she trotted to where her lead hung near the front door. Qrow found his keys, clipping the lead onto Letty's collar before they left the house. She pulled to the left as they went through the front gate, but he said, "No park today; this is just a quick walk around the block."

The early afternoon sun was warm on Qrow's back, even though it was late September. The leaves on the trees which lined the road were beginning to fade to shades of butterscotch, apricot, and rust; even those which still clung to the greens of high summer were looking tired. He squinted up at the cloudless sky; swallows perched on the telephone lines like notes on a stave, preparing for their long migration back to Africa. There was movement amongst the cluster of birds, and almost as one they launched themselves skyward, flying across the rooftops and quickly lost to his view.

Letty tugged on her lead, as Qrow had slowed to a stop.

"Sorry, girl." He resumed walking, his mind returning to a spring morning, which seemed a lifetime ago.

The spare room was an untidy jumble once more. The bed had been stripped; the clothes had been taken to a charity shop. Qrow hadn't watched a nature documentary in months.

Yet every day, he remembered. Clover's enthusiasm, his eagerness to learn, his pleasure in the world he had spent so short a time in.

Qrow still missed him.

"So, let me see if I understand." Clover sat opposite Dariel, whose angelic form was nearly translucent now. "I seek an audience with the Council, and you will help me make my case. If they agree, I can return to Earth as a human, to live there, and I will be mortal. I will die as they do— I won't Fade, and I won't be able to return to The Realm at any point."

He nodded. "That is my understanding. There are precedents, as we have seen. Not many, however." His expression was solemn as he considered Clover. "It is a huge step to take. They will need to be persuaded it is what you truly desire, for your heart to be at peace."

Karlel leant forward, fingertips resting lightly together. His impassive face was marred by the faintest of frowns, and either side of him, the other Elders stirred in their seats.

"As I said," Clover continued, wishing his voice was firmer. "I understand the reason for the changes made by the Angelic Council, so long ago. I understand the intention—which has been successful—to promote harmony in The Realm, and to ensure Angels do not experience the pain of loss, which might come from failed relationships between individuals." He looked from one face to another, and tried to still his fingers which were plucking at each other in front of him.

"I was wrong to seek out the hidden knowledge in the restricted archives. Yet that is done now, and cannot be undone. I was punished appropriately for my transgression, and I make no complaint about that." He drew a steadying breath, and went on. "I cannot forget what I read. I cannot forget my experiences on Earth during my thirty days' banishment. And—" he clasped his hands together behind his back. He did not want the Elders to see how they trembled. "I cannot forget the man I met, who was kind enough to take me in and let me live with him. He taught me so much during my stay, and... I came to care for him, in a way I never knew was possible. He has occupied my thoughts continually since my return, and though I love The Realm, and all who dwell here, I have not known peace since then. I... I believe I love him."

The angelic domain was always tranquil, yet Clover felt an absence of everything as he finished speaking. The atmosphere became a vacuum; no sound could be heard, and he sensed he was balanced on the narrowest of parapets. He could not tell which way he might fall.

Karlel looked at Clover as he fidgeted from one foot to the other. "Dariel has spoken for you. He holds you in very high regard, as we do him. He is one of the oldest Angels here, and his words carry some weight." He paused, and looked left and right at his fellow Council members. Clover thought he detected imperceptible nods from them all, and the frigid sensation in his chest lessened, just a little.

"You know there is a precedent for what you have requested... I must be assured you understand the full implication of your actions, Clover."

"I do... Dariel explained it all to me. I know it is permanent... I know I cannot come back. And I would miss The Realm, of course. But—"

Karlel offered him a small smile. "We are not cruel, or spiteful. We see your heart's desire does not reside with us, and that is sad. But it would be sadder to withhold that which might bring you joy. Dariel had one request of his own, however."

Clover tried to concentrate. This is a yes? Despite his hopes, he could scarcely believe it.

"Of course, what is it?"

"He would like you to remain here until he has Faded. It will not be long, now."

Clover pressed a clenched fist to his mouth, trying to calm himself. "I would not wish to leave Dariel, before the end."

Karlel leant back in his chair. "So it is decided. When Dariel has Faded, you will forego your Angelic state, and become mortal. All that remains is to decide on the details."

They trod slowly through the cavernous halls. The atmosphere was an ever-present sensation on each of Clover's senses, and their footsteps echoed like memories around them. Dariel walked a step ahead of Clover, as though keen to reach his destination.

"What is it like, Dariel?" Clover looked at the old Angel, and realised with a shock that he could see through him almost perfectly. The marble pillars stretched before them, every line etched clearly before Clover's concerned gaze.

He stopped and turned back to face Clover. "It feels... like coming home, after a long time away. Rest is near, and soon my weariness will be no more." Smiling, he patted Clover's hand. "Do not be sad; I will always be with you, Clover."

They walked on until the stone flags beneath their feet gave way to a grassy slope ahead of them. A gentle, mellow light surrounded them as they made their slow way to the brow of the hill. A short way off, Dariel held Clover back.

"I'll go on by myself, now. I won't say goodbye, Clover. I hope with all my being, that you find your happiness. Just— be kind, to yourself and those dear to you."

Clover nodded silently, as his friend turned and went on alone. There was a small grove of fruit trees beyond; their honeyed scent drifted on the delicate air currents as Clover waited. Dariel reached the stand of trees, and his nebulous form shimmered, before dispersing into wisps of cloud which separated and drifted away.

He was no more.

With a sigh, Clover turned and slowly retraced his steps.

Qrow nudged the study door open with one foot, and put his cup of tea on the desk. He placed the two rich tea biscuits beside it, and stood for a moment gazing out at the garden. It was looking a little neglected; many of the shrubs needed tidying, and he knew he should mow the small patch of grass one last time before winter set in.

He sat down at the computer with a sigh, opening the mail app to see what had come in overnight. Letitia stood on legs stiff from sleep, and took a couple of steps towards him.

"Is it biscuit time?" He broke off a small piece, but she turned her head away to look through the French doors, ears pricking up. In an instant she bounded over and began scrabbling at the handles, tail wagging energetically. Qrow had not seen her so excited since she almost caught a squirrel in the park the previous week.

"You and your squirrels," he said fondly. "I guess I'll eat the biscuits if—"

Qrow's attention was caught by a movement in the garden. He understood now what Letty was excited about. Jumping up, the biscuit fell to the floor as he fumbled with the key to open the door.

It can't be... I'm hallucinating, or something...

"Have you got something I can wear? It's even colder than last time." Clover's smile faltered when he saw Qrow's ashen face. "It's okay, Qrow. It's me."

"What— this has to be— Clover? I—" He sat back abruptly in his chair, while Letty danced around Clover's legs excitedly.

"I came back."

Qrow stared up at the face he had come to hold so dear. His gaze travelled across the naked man before him, and he swallowed hard.

The figure before him seemed human— complete in every way.

"You're... what are you, Clover? You look—"

"Like you, yes. I asked for a male human body, as I knew you liked males. And I told them I wanted to be able to mate with you... but—" he scratched his head. "I'm not perfectly sure exactly how to do that, so perhaps you could—"

"Yes, I'll teach you." Qrow's voice was little more than a sob. He pushed himself to standing, his legs wobbly. "You came back." His voice was soft, and he touched Clover's chest lightly. "You're here."

"Yes, and I'm feeling a bit cold. Do you still have that kaftan?"

Qrow made some more tea, and they sat on the sofa, his email forgotten. The kaftan had gone to the charity shop with everything else, so Clover was wrapped in Qrow's bathrobe, with Letty stretched across his lap.

"I can't believe she likes me so much!" He pulled at her ears gently, as she made a sound which Qrow assured him meant she was happy.

"It must be because you're human now." Qrow scarcely believed the words even as he said them. Clover had explained the Council's decision, and the evidence of Qrow's own eyes confirmed that, externally at least, Clover was a male human. He told Qrow his body was as human as it was possible to be.

"I asked to be male, and to look as I did before, as you'd said you liked that form. And I said I wanted to be about forty years old, but Karlel said there was no such thing as a typical forty year old body, so it's just an approximation. But it's okay, isn't it? You like it?" He looked at Qrow, his eyes anxious, as Qrow reassured him his body was more than okay.

"But you know, Clover, we're much more than just our bodies. Of course, an attractive body is... a pleasure to look at, and to touch, and— well, what I mean is, there's more to a person than how they look."

"I know, because I haven't even seen your body yet, Qrow. And I'm pretty sure I love you anyway."

Qrow looked at his lap, where he held Clover's free hand in his own. The lump in his throat stopped him from speaking immediately, and Clover added, "Did I say something wrong?"

Qrow shook his head, lifting Clover's hand and holding it to his cheek. "No, not at all. This is all a bit... overwhelming, that's all. I never imagined I'd see you again, and now you're here, and you're a man, and—" he kissed Clover's knuckles, before resting their hands down again. "I'm beyond happy, and I still can't quite believe it."

"It's all true. My friend— I told you about Dariel, didn't I? He would be so pleased to see me here... he helped to convince the Council this was a good thing to do. I would have come sooner, but I wanted to stay until he'd Faded."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Clover. I know you were close to him."

"He's still with me, Qrow. In here." He patted his chest, a small smile on his lips.

Qrow squeezed his hand. "That's good." He regarded Clover for a moment, before continuing. "Now that you're human, there are some things you'll need to understand... basic stuff about how your body works. And we should look at that as soon as possible."

Clover was happy to sit in front of the computer again, and Qrow found a website which explained everything he needed to know. "The Council told me I'd still find things easy to understand... they said it was an essential skill. So that helps, right?"

"Certainly does. And obviously, if you have any questions... just ask me." Qrow laughed. "I mean, you probably would, anyway."

"I do have one question... I still don't quite get how mating works, for humans. Do we have to wait until spring, like birds? What? What's funny?"

Qrow grinned at him. "We don't have to wait until spring. And we will get to it, don't worry. There's no rush." He stood up, stepping carefully away from where Letty was curled up in front of the fireplace. "Come here."

Clover raised an eyebrow as Qrow pulled him to his feet.

"There are plenty of nice things we can do, before we get to the mating part. It's better to go slowly, I think."

He slid his arms around Clover's waist, drawing him closer. Their kiss this time was less tentative. Qrow wanted to forget the past six months of yearning, the ache for a thing he never expected to have. He poured it into a kiss which Clover willingly returned, and when Qrow felt the tip of a tongue nudging against his lips, he broke off with a shaky laugh. "You remembered... from before."

"I thought about it every day." He raised a hand, cupping Qrow's face gently. "And I remember the film we watched. But you'll have to teach me the rest, Qrow. Remember, I'm a quick learner."

Qrow turned his face and kissed the palm of Clover's hand. "I'm counting on it."

Letty fussed at their feet, trying to snake between them yet unable to as they stood pressed together, one heart beating against the other. Qrow held Clover's face between his hands, and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Right then, let's get started."