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For once Adam had, what a certain junior seraph privately considered a historically suspicious miracle, time.
Not "I have exactly seven minutes before Mike notices I’m not where I’m supposed to be" time, or "walk with me while I complain about paperwork and pretend this counts" time.
Actual time. The kind that sat open in his schedule like an unlocked window. He discovered this at his desk, staring at the day’s assignments with the vague hostility of a man reading enemy propaganda.
No council hearing, emergency briefing or high seraphim summoning him with that terrible calm voice that meant, Adam, beloved disaster, explain yourself.
Not even his second standing in the doorway with the specific posture that meant she was about to inform him he had already been late for something for eleven minutes.
Adam blinked, then turned the paper upside down, as if Heaven itself had made a clerical error. “Huh.”
Lute, stationed beside him, despite having been told three separate times to “go do lieutenant stuff somewhere else,” lifted her gaze. “Something wrong, sir?”
“I actually have…free time.” Adam narrowed his eyes at the schedule.
She went very still. “That is unusual.”
He leaned back in his chair, boots propped on the edge of the desk, rocking the chair onto two legs.
There were plenty of things he could do with free time. He could nap, annoy Michael or even find his son, bully him and pretend that wasn't his version of checking in.
Maybe follow Lute to her quarters and see how long it took before she forcibly removed him. Going to the Echo District and making several saints question whether holiness could include bass distortion was also an option.
Then he remembered a flash of bright wings, pink cheeks puffed with outrage, little hands planted on her hips.
You promised! You always ditch me!
Adam winced then asked, “…where’s Emily?”
Lute’s eyebrows shifted a fraction. “At this hour? Likely in the Radiant Fairgrounds. She supervises newly arrived saints there after orientation.”
The first man snapped his fingers and stood. “Great. I’m gonna go be nice.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and threw it over one shoulder, already heading for the door.
Lute followed automatically.
Adam pointed at her without looking back. “You stay.”
Her expression sharpened. “If this is recreational, supervision may still be appropriate.”
“Babe, I’m asking Em to hang out. What am I gonna do, start a coup at the cotton candy stand?”
She sighed, but remained where she was. “Very well. Try not to cause structural disruption.”
Adam grinned. “No promises."
Then he was gone, wings snapping open as he launched himself through Heaven’s orderly sky lanes with the confidence of someone who had never once considered traffic a shared concept.
The Radiant Fairgrounds gleamed beneath him, a spinning jewel of laughter and music suspended on cloud-stone platforms. The Halo Wheel turned lazily against the sky, its transparent gondolas catching sunlight in slow, golden arcs.
Saints wandered between snack stalls and game booths. Cherubs darted in loops. Somewhere, someone screamed joyfully from the Comet Drop Tower and dissolved briefly into starlight.
Adam landed near the central plaza with enough flair to make three nearby saints stop mid-funnel cake.
He scanned the area and the junior seraph was exactly where Lute said she would be. Beside the Carousel of Dawns, surrounded by a cluster of young saints and two confused cherubs wearing prize ribbons around their halos.
Her wings fluttered excitedly as she gestured toward the glowing mounts.
“And this one is a star deer! That one’s a cloud serpent! Oh and that one is not supposed to leave the carousel, so if it winks at you, please don’t wink back because it takes that personally.”
One of the cherubs raised a hand and made a squeaking noise.
Emily gasped. “Yes! Excellent question! No, you may not feed it popcorn.”
Adam leaned against a nearby post, watching her for a second.
She was happy. Bright as a lit match in a cathedral. Constant motion and feeling. Everything in her spilling outward because the seraph never seemed to learn to fold herself small the way so many other angels did.
He had ditched her so often.
Not because he hated spending time with her.
Emily was just a lot. She arrived like a parade, asked questions that somehow became ambushes and remembered every promise with the precision of a divine accountant. Turning “let’s grab something sweet” into a three-hour festival with matching hats.
And Adam, being the man that he was, avoided what overwhelmed him until it turned into someone else’s hurt.
He rubbed the back of his neck. Then, because guilt made him itchy, he shoved it down under confidence and walked over. “Hey, Em.”
She turned and her entire face brightened on instinct. “Adam!” Then the joy paused, like someone put a glass dome over a candle and crossed her arms.
Adam raised an eye brow, not expecting that. “Uh, you busy?”
Emily blinked at him. “I’m supervising.”
“Yeah, I see that.” He glanced at the carousel, where a glowing miniature dragon was trying to eat a decorative ribbon. “Doing great. Real inspiring leadership. Ten outta ten. Anyway, I actually got some time, so I figured maybe we could hang out.”
The cherubs gasped as if he had proposed marriage. She stared as he shifted, suddenly aware of his hands. “What?”
“You have time?”
“Yeah.”
“For me?”
His brows pulled together. “That’s why I came over.”
Emily’s arms tightened. “Oh.”
Adam looked around, searching for the part of the interaction he had clearly missed. “Is…that a problem?”
The junior’s smile appeared, it wasn’t the normal one. This was painted on with a tiny brush made of revenge. “That’s so nice,” she said.
He relaxed a little. “Right? Thought so.”
“But no thank you.”
Adam blinked and the cherubs gasped louder. “…What?”
Emily lifted her chin. “I said no thank you.”
“You’re saying no?”
“That’s right.”
“To me?” The archangel pointed at himself, just in case there had been a second Adam nearby.
Her smile sharpened. “Yes.” This was the moment she imagined. Not in detail, Emily didn’t want him devastated. Just bothered or disappointed.
Maybe he would realize how it felt. Puff up and complain, then say, What, you’re ditching me now? And then she could say, Doesn’t feel nice, does it? and then he would understand, and then maybe he would apologize, and then they would get cloudfruit ice together, and she would only make him feel a little guilty.
A reasonable and decorative amount.
Adam’s expression shifted. He wasn't hurt, offended or even confused for very long. The man just shrugged. “Alright.” Emily’s smile froze as he nodded toward the saints. “Have fun with the carousel thing.”
Then turned and started walking away. The seraph’s wings gave a startled flutter. “Wait a sec!”
Adam glanced over his shoulder. “What?”
“You’re leaving?”
“You said no.”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what?”
Her cheeks puffed. There it was. The pout. Small, furious and majestic. A thunderstorm trapped in a cupcake. “You’re not supposed to just leave.”
Adam turned fully now, one brow lifting. “Oh, I’m not?”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Because!” She flailed both hands. “You always ditch me, and now I’m ditching you!”
Adam only stared.
Emily made a noise so high-pitched a nearby cloud serpent recoiled. “That’s not the right reaction!”
“The fuck do you want then?”
“I don’t know!” The little angel snapped, then immediately looked horrified that she did. Her wings tucked in tight. “I mean…I do know. Sort of. I just wanted you to care.”
Adam’s expression went blank in the way he got when something managed to hit him in a place without armor. Emily regretted it instantly. Her anger had been warm before, fizzy and dramatic, the kind that wanted to be noticed. Now it curled inward, embarrassed by itself.
He rubbed his jaw. “I mean, I do care.”
Emily looked down. “You don’t act like it.”
The fairgrounds moved around them in bright, careless loops. Carousels turned, the Halo Wheel shimmered and somewhere, a snack stall chimed cheerfully, announcing fresh star-sugar apples at exactly the wrong emotional moment.
Adam shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. “I came here, didn’t I?”
“After how many times?”
He winced.
Emily’s voice trembled despite her best effort to keep it crisp and offended. “I ask you all the time. And you say later. Or after a meeting, after you get back, when things calm down. But things never calm down, and later just becomes never wearing a fake mustache.”
Adam blinked. “What?”
“It sneaks in!”
“I’m not arguing with that.”
“You shouldn’t!” She stepped closer, eyes glossy now. “I know you’re busy. I know you have duties, and Lute, and Abel, and Sera, and Michael breathing regulations down everyone’s neck, but I thought…I thought if I kept asking, eventually you’d pick me before there was nothing else to do.”
Emily hugged herself, suddenly looking much younger than her rank had any right to allow. “But today you only came because you had empty space.”
That one landed and Adam looked away first. Which was rare enough that several decorative lanterns nearby dimmed respectfully. “You know I don’t mean it like that,” he muttered.
Her voice softened, but the hurt stayed. “That’s the problem.”
Adam exhaled through his nose. For a second, he looked like he wanted to argue with the entire concept of consequences. The first man had fought demons, councils, ancient rules, and Michael’s patience. Emotional accountability, however, had him cornered behind a carousel pony.
He glanced back toward the midway, where the saints were now pretending very hard not to watch. Then he looked at Emily. “Okay.”
She frowned suspiciously. “Okay what?”
“Okay, I screwed that up.” Adam made a face, as if the words tasted like unsalted vegetables. “I should’ve…made time. Not just found it lying around.”
He scratched his neck, visibly suffering through sincerity. “And I shouldn’t have ditched you so much. I thought you’d just bounce back because you always do.”
Emily’s brows pulled together. “I emotionally rebound with sparkle.”
“Yeah, well, I got used to that little sparkle and forgot it doesn’t mean nothing hurts.” That quieted her. Adam glanced down, scuffing the heel of his boot against the cloud-stone. “I care. I’m bad at making that look normal.”
Emily’s pout trembled. “You’re really bad at it. Like aggressively.”
“Okay.”
“Historically bad.”
“Do you want the apology or not?”
She sniffed. “Continue.”
Adam huffed, but there was no heat in it. “I’m sorry.” The junior seraph tried really hard not to smile and instantly failed. That made the archangel relax a fraction. “There’s my sunshine angel.”
Emily immediately remembered she was supposed to be spiteful and straightened. “I still decline.”
He tilted his head, not worried. “Yeah? Alright.” This time, when he turned to leave, he only made it one step before a smaller pair of hands grabbed the back of his jacket.
“Stop doing that!”
Adam looked over his shoulder again, deadpan. “Then stop rejecting me.”
“I’m rejecting with footnotes!”
“You gotta say those out loud, Em. I’m not Gabriel, I don’t read tiny divine print.”
Emily pulled him backward with surprising strength for someone who looked like she survived on frosting and righteous indignation. “My footnote is that I don’t want you to go away. I want you to try harder.”
Adam looked at her hand fisted in his jacket, then at her face and sighed. “Fine.” He turned around, walked back, and planted himself in front of her like a soldier accepting punishment.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying harder.”
She narrowed her eyes. “That’s standing.”
He looked around the fairgrounds, then pointed toward the snack stalls. “I’m gonna get food.”
Her expression collapsed. “Adam!”
“For both of us!” he snapped, then softened. “I’m gonna get food, come back and sit right there—” He pointed to a bench shaped like a crescent moon. “And wait until you’re done supervising. Then, if you still wanna be spiteful, you can be spiteful with a slush.”
Adam continued, gaining confidence now that he had found a plan simple enough to wrestle. “And after that, you can pick one thing. One. Not twelve. Not a scavenger hunt that somehow involves costumes. One thing, and I’ll do it.”
“Two things.”
“One thing.”
“One thing and a treat.”
“I’m already going to give you one.”
“One thing, a treat, and you don’t complain.”
Adam barked a laugh. “Whoa. Let’s keep this realistic.”
Emily’s smile grew despite herself. “Minimal complaining?”
Adam considered this. “Define minimal.”
“Only three dramatic groans.”
“Five.”
“Two.”
“Four, and one of them can be loud.”
Emily tapped her chin with the solemnity of a treaty negotiation. “Three. One loud. One medium. One silent but visible.”
Adam grinned. “Deal,” and stuck out his hand. The seraph looked at it, then threw herself at him instead. He caught her with an undignified grunt as her arms wrapped around and her wings fluffed around them both.
“Okay,” he muttered, awkwardly patting her head. “Yep. There it is. Full Emily impact.”
“You hurt my feelings,” she mumbled into his jacket.
His hand stilled, then settled more gently against her hair. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“You can’t just go about your day when I’m trying to teach you a lesson.” She pulled back enough to glare.
“I’m a slow learner, gimmie a break.” Emily huffed, but the sound broke into a tiny laugh. Adam’s grin softened before he could stop it. “Better?”
She sniffed with great dignity. “A little.”
“Good.” He gently tugged loose and started walking backward toward the snack stalls, pointing at her. “Finish your tiny saint herding.”
Emily folded her arms. “You’ll come back?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m gonna flee the scene with two slushes and live as a fugitive in the Cloudbreaker Slides.”
“Adam.”
He stopped and the humor eased off his face. “I’ll come back.”
Emily studied him for a long second, then she nodded. “Okay!”
He gave her a lazy salute and turned toward the stalls. The moment his back was turned, one of the cherubs floated up beside Emily and squeaked. She wiped at her eyes quickly. “No, I was not crying. Just enforcing emotional consequences.”
The cherub squeaked again. “Yes, he is getting me the big slush.” Another squeak. “And yes, I am still mad.”
Across the plaza, Adam shouted, “What flavor?”
Emily cupped her hands around her mouth. “Surpise me!” Then turned back to the carousel, glowing with vindication.
The lesson had not gone exactly how she’d imagined. But Adam came back a few minutes later with something pink and no doubt way too sweet. Emily accepted the largest cup and took one sip.
“I accept your apology.”
Adam dropped onto the bench beside her with a dramatic groan. Emily lifted one finger. “That’s one.” He stared at her and did it again. “That one too!” She gasped.
He grinned into his slush and tugged her closer. “Yeah, I know.”