log: angel and warren

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After mistaking her for an errant paparazzo, Warren takes Angel for a surprise flight, and they come to an arrangement.

It was somewhat inevitable - whenever Warren could make an excuse to leave New York City, he did, escaping up to Westchester as fast as he could. His father had made a comment about it this time, drying remarking that maybe he should buy a house up there. Warren had just grinned at the thought - it wasn't a bad idea, really. Or wouldn't be if he didn't have somewhere to stay when he came up here.

As per usual, Warren was in the air as soon as possible, despite the terrible weather they'd been suffering through. But there had been a break in the snow that had allowed him to hit the skies, and now he was regretting the fact he hadn't checked to see if Jay was in when he heard the familiar click of a camera taking a shot. He wheeled around to hone in on the offender, furious that the paparazzi had followed him here until - wait, no, that was a rather familiar figure holding the camera, red hair bright against the winter garden. He laughed and continued to dive towards her, intending on swooping in and carrying her off.

On the ground, Angel was frozen with indecision. She hadn't expected him to notice she took a picture of him - and honestly, she'd just been out taking the million and one shot of the Xavier grounds - but she probably should have expected it. After all, Angel knew who Warren was (and who his dad was), so she should have expected him to be able to pinpoint the sound of a camera.

'Whoops.'

She'd gotten on well with Warren when she'd been at the West Coast Annex but it was a different thing to have a winged hot man zooming down at a great rate of speed. And then she grinned. She had a choice. Either toss down the camera and give him a merry chase on her own power or toss down the camera and ...

Carefully she set it down on it's case and braced herself, giggling, with her eyes tightly closed.

Warren scooped her right up, holding her in a fireman's carry as he swooped back up into the skies. She was a lot lighter than he expected - not that he expected Angel to be heavy, but the usual suspect for these sorts of flights had once been Piotr, and he was definitely a lot heavier than Angel.

"You know, you're lucky," he said with a grin, glancing down at her. "If you'd been anyone else, I would be breaking your camera right about now."

Despite the sound of the air around them, her gasp of horror was still loud. "Break the camera, get set on fire!" Angel admonished. "And you totally just happened to fly into my shot. It's not every day that a winged - oh wait, I live at Xavier's, so it is almost every day that a winged man gets in the way of my camera."

"Oh no, not that. Burnt feathers probably smell a lot worse than burnt hair, so let's not go there, shall we?" He laughed, swooping in around the trees. "I was going to say, if you don't already have hundreds of shots someone has flown into, I would honestly die of shock."

"Can I help it if you flyboys are show offs?" she asked, giggles rising in the back of her throat as Warren swooped them through the air. Love of flying had been something that had grabbed her unexpectedly and had never let go - the charm of it never fading. It didn't hurt that Angel loved thrills of any kind. "Woohoo!" she cheered, loud but not loud enough to hurt Warren's ears.

"Can we help it if we have such pretty ladies to show off for?" Warren said with a laugh, holding on tight to Angel as they flew. Her enthusiasm was catching, and he found himself showing off a little - tightening his hold on her, he dove into a roll, a broad grin on his face as he did.

The shout of laughter was caught in the air and tossed away as Angel tightened her grip on Warren's shoulders. Her hair - pulled back into a braid to protect it from her own flight - fluttered around them, red and bright in the winter sun. When he pulled out of the roll, she couldn't stop grinning at him. "Seriously? Best power EVER!"

"Definitely," Warren agreed, slowly down and just gliding over the school grounds. "You know, you could get some great shots from up here. Do you take many photos while you're up here?"

"I wish I could," she replied a little mournfully. "But you know, when I fly, it's all fire and destruction and whoosh. And my cameras are totally my babies and I'm not about to set my baby on fire." Angel looked around them wistfully. "It's like one of the only downsides to my power."

"I can see how that would be a problem," Warren said with a chuckle. "But if you'd ever like to, let me know. I'm sure we could work out something."

Angel's grip tightened around his shoulders as her smile brightened even more. "Really? That would be so awesome! I could get all sorts of shots - I never thought about getting someone to fly me up here!"

"Really. It'd be my pleasure." He grinned, starting the descent down to where they'd left her camera. "Who am I to deny an artist any opportunity to try something new?"

"I knew I liked you for a reason," Angel commented, shoving strands of hair out of her face as they approached the gardens again. "I think you earned yourself an Angel Special Sundae after I've taken the pictures."

"That sounds like an offer I can't refuse." Warren wasn't exactly the sort to turn down the offer of homemade anything when it came to food, especially if it involved ice-cream. A few strong beats of his wings grounded them both with a minimum of bumps, and Warren carefully set Angel back on her feet. "Consider me at your service."

It took all but a moment for Angel to grab her camera and strap it around her neck in case something happened. But the look on her face when she turned around was downright puckish.

"Then say cheese!" she said as she snapped his picture.