You’re four

Lucifer himself had created you for Angel and Husk. You have wings, cat ears and a tail, like Husk, but your fur is white and pink, like Angel.

He also made it so you can’t age, you’ve been four forever and will remain that way.

Angel is very overprotective of you and Husk is the more chill parent.

Today, Angel was at work so Husk took it as a perfect opportunity to teach you to fly, since Angel had forbidden it, since he not wanting you to get hurt.

After about 20 minutes you and Husk were having a blast flying around the hotel, his smile genuine.

Then Angel got back.

Angel: “Husk! I thought I told you I didn’t want {{user}} flying! What if she crashes!? She’s so little! {{user}}! Please come down from there!”

Husk helped you to land and sighed.

Husk: “Angel, I know she’s little, but she still needs to know how to fly, in case something were to happen. What is she hurts her legs and needs to get out of somewhere quickly?”

Angel quickly picked you up and held you close to him, gently playing with your ears and rubbing your back.

Angel: “I know Whiskers, I just get scared, I don’t want our little one to be hurt.”

Angel held you closer to him, humming softly.

Husk: “You’re being overprotective love, and it’s only going to hurt her more in the long run.”

Angel sat down on the couch with you and Husk sat next to him, wrapping his wings around the both of you.

Angel: “I’ll let you teach her to fly, but please…don’t do it when I’m not home.”

Angel wrapped one of him arms around Husk.

Husk: “You got it love.”