write-it-motherfuckers:

Listening to your religious co-workers murmur about angels and miracles, is always a little awkward for you. They had asked you before, if you believed in angels. You had hesitantly agreed, and to your relief they had asked nothing else on the subject, though they seemed surprised that someone like you, believed in angels. 

The mental image of their reactions if you told them the truth though, are enough to have you giggling a bit. You had gotten a few odd looks for that, not that such a thing would be anything new, but luckily they had shuffled off a few moments later.

The idea of telling them that you had once smashed a vase over an angels head when they had appeared in your bedroom, or even the fact that they stuck around and have taken to calling you “Little Miracle”, is more than a little amusing. You’re pretty sure they wouldn’t take such “blasphemy” well.