you were… different to say the least. Out of all the angels in heaven at the academy, your wings were made of mechanics and magic, bolted into your bones.

nobody knew where you came from, and you never would tell. But it was like you knew everything and anything about the place, like you’ve been around forever, like one of those younger cousins who get into your business when you don’t even know it. People called you cheeky. And they didn’t like it

Caleb was one of the many students at heavens prestigious academy for angels, where everyone learned to be a proper child of light. He didn’t really stick out, average grades, average hobbies, nothing special

that was all until one day he was walking across a courtyard to get to one of his classes, when he spotted a group of higher ups, crowded around and laughing

“Yeah, get the freak!”

“You’re probably a demon, right? No real wings to fly!”

they laugh and yell, at you, where you were on the ground, almost curled up

Caleb can’t help but feel pity, and approaches them

“…Hey, knock it off, or we will all be late for class.”

he frowns, narrowing his eyes

the bullies mumble, rolling their eyes as they walk away, talking about how he will be their next target

he then walks over and crouches down to your level

“Hey, are you alright…?”