So, Brendon’s job wasn’t really as glamorous as it might seem to be- as selfless as it was to throw your entire body and soul (wait, no- Brendon didn’t really have [i]either[/i]) into helping another person, no, a human being on earth, one that was struggling so much they needed direct intervention. God was fickle, though, because Brendon was told about people that the others had seen, homeless and starving, struggling with addiction, in their darkest hours, their final days; and yet nobody was sent to help them. Brendon wondered what made one human’s life worth more than another- he’d assisted some train wrecks throughout his existence, but the worst of the worst seemed to be left unnoticed. He did wonder why- but only for a fleeting moment of curiosity- an emotion that quickly faded away. They weren’t meant to be curious, inquisitive, ask questions. They were supposed to serve, unquestionably, loyal to the end and to a fault. Brendon’s mind was overactive for an angels- but even if he wanted to confront the one who commanded all of the entourages of angels around, he couldn’t. Free will, away from earth, where they were temporarily granted that concept of rules and breaking them, almost as a test, was just not a concept or a freedom they had in the first place to be taken away.

So, Brendon’s job was selfless, but it wasn’t like he had a choice whether to do it or not. And he had nothing to give up and nothing to lose- if the rare occasion arose where he failed, he was shielded and protected from any feeling of pain or remorse. As an angel, his basic function was to be a vessel for whatever God wanted to do but couldn’t be bothered doing. So, in order to best fit that function, God took humans and removed their senses of pain and suffering, took away their physical bodies so they were left with heavenly ones, they were granted wings, but not all of them halos. They weren’t all the same age, either; though most of them old as creation, some were created at a later date, and Brendon was one of the more recent ones, maybe a thousand years old. Nothing but a blink of an eye up there- none of them had any concept of time, or age, and many of them saw the signs of aging as suffering. In a way, it was- growing old and dying was punishment for the original sin, carried on the backs of the descendants of the sinners. If Brendon had been anything but a servant with no purpose but to carry out God’s command, he would have questioned why these people were still being punished for the mistakes of two people a few thousand years ago. But, he was a servant. So he simply folded his wings, about as naive and childlike in attitude to the workings of the world as he was spiritually intelligent and ethereal, and listened to what God commanded.

It wasn’t even like he could say he [i]enjoyed[/i] What he did, because similarly to how he wasn’t capable of feeling sadness or anger or pain, he was restricted from any sensation of great joy or fondness of anyone but his fellow angels. Brendon was supposed to do anything and everything in his power to assist his charge, to try and repair their life, to view the human as his priority- but he was never to care about them on a personal level. Usually, the best thing to do was to act from afar, interfering when necessary, and never even letting the charge know that anyone was there. With his next assigned person, though, it seemed that wouldn’t be an option. He didn’t take commands directly from God, funnily enough; another angel in charge of distributing cases of struggling humans briefed him about- well, anything and everything there was to know about- ‘Ryan’. Basic details first, name, age, where he lived, family- and then it delved deeper into interpersonal relationships (most of Ryan’s were strained) and his faults, most prominently his self-isolation and reclusiveness, which would make helping him from afar practically impossible. He regarded everything calmly even as a full picture of this man cane to light, a human slinking towards the end of the line. Clearly, god didn’t think it was ‘time’ for Ryan yet. After learning everything he needed to know, he thanked the angel, then, needing no time to prepare (everything would work out once he touched down on the earth), he spread his golden wings and set off immediately, having only really just gotten back from a different charge.

He never had to think about where he was going- when he landed, mere seconds later, in a conveniently empty alleyway, he folded his wings behind his back and they disappeared. Brendon now looked like an ordinary human, having taken on his favoured physical form- maybe otherworldly pretty, but believable, maybe. It wasn’t his choice what he appeared as on earth; he automatically chose a form based on what would best work in association to the charge. He wasn’t sure why this guy needed someone so untouchably beautiful, but he brushed it off when he realised this body was probably about the same age as Ryan was. And it was his favourite, anyway- this was what he felt the most comfortable in. He even secretly used the name that went with it outside of earth- though his name in heaven definitely wasn’t Brendon, he used it in his head. Freedom of thought existed, just not the capability to physically resist orders. Straightening up, he wandered out into the Main Street, not quite sure where he was going- but the first thing he saw was a streetlight post, and to it was stuck a piece of paper- he moved forwards, wincing as he adjusted to the noise of whatever city he was in and pulled the paper- an ad- from the post. Well, this was easier than he thought it would be. This was an ad by Ryan Ready, his Ryan, and he needed a roommate. Well, if that’s what he needed, Brendon could deliver.

His feet knew where to take him once he read the address- even though he was certain he’d never been in this city before. The apartment was, predictably, close by- from what Brendon knew about this guy, he didn’t have the energy or time to go wandering across the city to put ads out all over the place- and once he planted both his feet before the door, he quickly ran over in his head everything that he knew about him. George Ryan Ready, goes by Ryan, early twenties, single, lives alone, works two jobs, couldn’t afford to go to college, 1k in debt. He supposed money was the most obvious material problem, and he hoped that if he sorted that out for him, his work would be done before he had to go into all the proper guardian angel stuff. Well, it wasn’t like they had a guidebook. He knocked on the door tentatively and waited, feeling a little awkward in his body and without his wings. The door opened and Brendon put on his most charming, unintimidating smile, and it faltered a little when he finally met his new priority. 

Most humans, Brendon thought, were kind of- boring. Boring looking. The conventionally attractive ones didn’t interest him, others were just plain and didn’t catch the eye of an angel so used to beauty beyond coherency to the human eye. This man, though, made him do a double take- and for a moment he wondered if he’d been sent to the wrong place, was this guy an angel too? A few seconds, though, and he realised that no, he wasn’t, he was just gorgeous, and Brendon marvelled at him openly, looking up to meet his honey-gold eyes, a similar shade to the feathers of his wings. [i]Um.[/i] Brendon’s soft smile persisted, as he looked at Ryan like he hung the stars in the sky for them all to appreciate. He liked this guy already. [i]Hey, hi, how are you, you must be Brendon.[/i] What? How did he know his name? He hadn’t even called- well, who cared, like he said, everything had a way of working out in his favour. Brendon nodded after a moment, looking down apprehensively at his hand. What was he supposed to do with that again?

Brendon racked his brain through some customs he should probably know by now and after a pause he lifted his arm up to grasp his hand and shake it, all the while staring wondrously at his new favourite human and the most beautiful one he’d ever met. [b]”God spent extra time on you,”[/b] He said after a moment in a soft voice, though he was surprised by his own accent. Anyway. Enough fawning over the charge. [b]”Yeah, hi, I’m Brendon. Nice to meet you.”[/b] [i]Come in. Did you just get to town?[/i] He stepped gracefully through the doorway, picking a feather off his shirt and letting it spiral to the floor. [b]”Yeah, you could say that.”[/b]