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Getting Litural ready to play in the snow was hard. Special shoes made for dragon-kin and a jacket tailored to fairies put a pretty hole in Santana's wallet, but at least the kid was warm and got him out of the house. With Lit not really owning anything more than a few pairs of jeans and sandals, the few weeks they had to wait while the garments were shipped had been murder.

But that was all behind them now, and Lit walked freely in the gentle snowfall, watching the flakes come down with deep interest. The park walkways were fairly clear, having been shoveled already and salted, so this new storm wasn't anything to run and hide from.

There were several groups of children out and about. Santana specifically was avoiding them, not wanting something to erupt again. The boy still sported some light bruising around his third and left eye, though thankfully you had to get right into his face to notice it. And if Santana had his way, no one was going to get that close.

"You should try making a snow angel, Lit. I bet it'd be pretty impressive with your wings," Santana said to his charge, steering him off towards a nice flat area yet to be marred by footprints.

"How do you do that?" Was the response...which spurred a conversation about snow angels and a quick lesson on how to make one.

Soon both Litural and Santana were laying in the snow, flapping arms and legs (and wings) in childlike glee.

Santana was the first to sit bolt up, looking around in something almost like a panic at this new voice. Though lately Litural had been so good, he was still on edge about the boy meeting new people. They had to go slow...and there definitely wasn't any touching allowed. And girls were just an out right no.

But this wasn't a girl. This was another little boy, probably around Lit's age. This one was, for the moment, safe.

"Making snow angels," was the reply from Litural as he also sat up. On the ground under him, his angel was massive. His double set of wings made for a huge pair for the snow angel. It was a little sloppy, especially as the pair stood up, but impressive nonetheless.

"Haven't you ever seen a snow angel before?" Lit asked as he dusted the white powder from his butt, forgetting the fact that he had just learned about them maybe five minutes before the new child and his mother had shown up.

Santana smiled a bit, looking extremely pleased. Lit wasn't acting standoffish, wasn't hostile or trying to instigate. It was such a nice feeling to know that maybe, maybe, Litural could grow up to be as normal a person as a half demon/half angel could be.

Litural's head whipped to the woman when she spoke, a dark glare in his third eye as a growl started gurgling in his throat. Santana, luckily, was already on it...stepping between mother and spawn, his shoulders set straight as he stared the boy down.

"Lit, why don't you show Ciaran how to make snow angels?" It may have been phrased as a question, but his voice was demanding and strong. "You two can practice over there in the snow."

The boy's lip curled some, but he lowered his head and looked at Ciaran...still a little riled, but he didn't dare act out in front of Santana. Besides, talking to the boy was much more calming.

"You lay in the snow," he started to explain, sounding smart. "And wave your arms and legs. My name's Litural." He'd start walking in the area that Santana had mentioned.

The furred man sighed, waiting until the boys were out of ear shot before turning back to the mother.

"I'm sorry. Lit...he's got some social issues," he tried to explain as gently as possible. "I'm Santana."

Litural looked around, feeling impressive and smart that he knew something that the other boy didn't. He inspected the ground, looking for "the perfect spot" to lay down and make a snow angel...like Santana had done earlier.

"Here," he stated with a point to the ground. He turned to face Ciaran, "Like this."

And he spread his arms and wings and fell back into the snow, landing with a dulled thud.

"Now just wave your arms and legs back and forth," Lit instructed, doing the action. The result was indeed impressive, and this being his second angel, not nearly as sloppy. With his wings so much longer than his arms, the angel almost looked like a seraphim by the time he was done and starting to stand up.

"This is the hard part," he said, mimicking Santana's words. "You have to be careful to not stand in your angel."

A little sloppy on the stand, he got up and looked down. "There. A snow angel. You try."

Santana watched his charge demonstrate the process, a sigh of relief releasing the weight from his shoulders.

"He does well with other boys, but females of any age seem to push him on the defense," he explained to Naggeela, turning to look at her. "You don't have anything to worry about Ciaran getting hurt..."

As long as he doesn't try to touch Lit, he thought, glancing over periodically...just being cautious.

"That actually...looks really cool," Litural admitted slowly, his finger pointing at the curl of the tail that came off from Ciaran's angel. "It's like us...angel and demon," he observed.

He walked off a ways, looking at the spot before him before turning and falling back into the snow again. "Come on, make another one."

Santana watched them, feeling himself getting more relaxed as they continued on and made more snow angels. While he'd never truly feel...completely at ease, it felt good to see Litural interacting with a child and not threatening to somehow main him. Or even be in a situation where he was concerned about a brawl coming to blows.

"How long have you had your boy?" he asked to Naggeela, trying to take the conversation in a lighter direction.

"About six months," Santana guessed.

He honestly...couldn't remember. It was hard to keep track of exactly how long they'd been together, especially after Lit's growth spurt a while back. Now it almost seemed like the boy was getting ready for another one...his clothes were already getting a bit snug.

The thought made Santana snort. He'd just ordered that jacket, and he was going to have to get the boy a new one.

"He's a nice kid," the wolf-man commented, watching the boys play. "Lit doesn't make friends easily."

"Lit's never been the easiest kid to read either," Santana admitted, watching as his charge made snow angel after snow angel. "But it's gotten easier as he's gotten older, I will say that."

The man sighed, watching his breath float away on the breeze. It was getting colder, and Lit's jacket was getting wet from the snow.

"We'd better get going. Litural! Say goodbye!"

Lit sat up from his latest project, glancing over at his guardian. His third eye narrowed some, but he nodded all the same, getting up and looking at Ciaran.

"Guess it's time to go," he said to the other boy. "I'm getting cold anyway."

Lit looked at the feather strangely...taking it, carefully, inspecting it with all three eyes. What'd he give him a feather for? Litural had plenty of feathers of his own...and wasn't really in the market for one that didn't match then rest of him, either.

"What's this for?"