The air  was cool but the temperature was above freezing and the layer of ice covering the tiles of the roof was thin enough to melt under somebody's heat. It was dark and quiet all around. The only light was coming from the dim lamps in the gardens far below and the cityscape far, far away. 

Sound was distant too. If he closed his eyes and concentrated he thought he could feel the hum of the party beneath his back. Then he realised it was just the beating of his own heart. There were too many floors of empty space between him and everyone else. 

A deep breath filled his lungs with intoxicating sweet smoke. 
A blissful sigh escaped his lips. 
This was peace. 

A very short-lived peace. 

It started with a faint rustling. Then some quiet grunting became audible and piqued his curiosity, making him open his eyes. 

It was his classmate, the angel. She was currently trying to pull herself up on the rooftop and if he wasn't mistaken her legs and wings were swaying in the wind under the ledge, trying to prevent her upper body from falling. 

“Tictoc, right on time. We're expecting some heavenly lights in a few minutes.” He joked as he got up and went to give her a hand. She welcomed it and seemed to appreciate the joke with a smile. 

“Bizzare that we had the same idea, huh?”

“Not as bizzare as watching an angel climb up a roof when she could just float atop of it.” He grinned. Tokarin smiled sheepishly. “Didn't think it through. Falling is more dangerous when there's something to hit close under, isn't it? Mind if I stay?”

Fen shook his head and sat back down, taking another whiff of his joint, eyes roaming the horizon. Loom's skyline was a beautiful mess of light and darkness, of buildings and ruins. 

Next to him the angel's feathers rustled as she sat a few meters away and hugged her knees, staring in the distance like he was. It reminded her of Heaven, of home – a place she both hated and somehow missed. The silence here was different, it was never as engulfing as it was back there. It was never that complete because there was always someone to share it with. 

The wind was catching small hairs that hadn't fit in the braid and tickled her face with them. A cloud of invisible smoke drifted past her and it smelled of something heavy, sticky and sweet. Her eyes shifted in the direction it had come from and fell on Fenrir. All he was wearing was a black T-shirt and some ripped jeans while she was already feeling a slight chill.

“Aren't you cold?”

“No.” He responded sleepily, not looking at her. She fell quiet for a moment before continuing. 

“Is that burning thing keeping you warm?” 

“Nnnnope.” He dragged out, then chuckled softly and looked at her. The look of curiosity on her face made his smirk more sincere and he outstretched his hand towards her. “Wanna try?”

Tokarin took the joint and gave it a go, taking a brave whiff. The sounds of chocking and chuckling intertwined soon after. 

“That's poison.” She coughed out bitterly and grimaced, handing him back the malicious smoke. 

“That it is.” He agreed, content washing over him once again. 

Tokarin shook her head and laid down on her back, looking up to the stars and waiting for the colourful man-made creations that would soon overshadow them.

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