SoS Snippet 2 for 1: Insight to Angels

The door closed behind him gracefully, only a small thud sounding to alert his arrival. A woman of short stature with a round belly and long brown curls seemed to skip into the hallway to greet him. "I'm home, Mother."
     
"Welcome home. I've told you that at home you don't have to call me that, Luther."

"You're still much like a mother to me, even if I'm not truly your son. You treat me the same as you'd have treated him, if he were still alive in this body."
       
The woman smiled softly, her frail hand moving to ruffle the hair on his head. "You're a sweet boy. Just like my Takumi. It's only natural I adore you for it."

"Young love is a beautiful thing."
       
The boy chuckled, grinning ear to ear. "You say that, but I'm plenty older than you Marlene. If we went by true age, I'd be your father at the least, not your son."
       
"Well for an angel, Luther, I'm sure ninety years isn't that long."
       
"Fair point. We do have different lifespans." He mused, sighing. "If only I could have truly been a human...Humans may have short lives, but they're strong and memorable. An angel's life is long and often lonely...And to be honest, even if I do like people watching, just sitting upon clouds and watching all day can be quite a bore."
       
Her laughter caused her to snort slightly as she stretched to hold the hand he had on the table still. "That's why you came to the earth, and to me. I couldn't be happier that you're an angel."
       
His wide grin softened, the hand that had been touched gently moving to grasp that of the woman across from him. "You are one of the purest humans I've ever met, Marlene. That is why I enjoy calling you my mother."
       
"You don't tend to talk much about your parents. Don't angels have those?"
     
"We don't. We are created by the universe itself, as souls given no body, and with lives with no purpose and no real way to escape the clouds we built our homes on. We're scattered, and some of the angels I've met beside me are quite territorial. I do not know why we were created as souls without bodies, but we are what we are....And so, with nothing else to do, we all tend to watch humans live their lives...And wish we could live like them on our own."