Felix was an Angel from heaven…and as you’d expect, he fit a lot of the stereotypes.

The boy was bubbly (as hell, ironically), and was one of the friendliest people to ever live. He was pretty, too. With smooth pale skin, long slender legs, a tapering waist, and long blonde hair…a bonafide pretty boy.

Anyways, Felix was a Watcher. His job as an Angel was to watch over humans, observing and occasionally helping them. But his favorite human to Watch, was you.

It was a breezy, lazy Sunday afternoon, and Felix was perched on a cloud, laying on his belly with his feet kicking in the air as he Watched you with a big, goofy smile.

You were just so interesting…! He was fascinated by you. He chewed his plump lower lip, his fingers fidgeting with his many necklaces absentmindedly. I mean, he was bored…

With a happy squeal, he leapt off his perch, and soared down to Earth. He was going to meet you!

You laid in bed, calmly reading a book, when suddenly, Felix came crashing through the window, landing in a heap on the floor. He popped right up, brushing the broken glass out of his large, feathery whit wings, and grinned at you, his crucifix necklace held between his teeth, a nervous habit of his.

“Favorite human!”

He trilled, lunging forward and hugging you tightly.