47. Wings

Lucian

Her eyes sparkled with hope and curiosity. "Can I see them now?"

"Why should I?"

"Oh come on. Would it kill you to just let me see them?" She rolled her eyes.

"Maybe," I rose a brow, "Why are you so curious anyway?"

"Isn't this better than me prying about your life?"

"No," I responded, "Both are nerving."

Even though I basically said no, I stood up for her anyway. Her eyes lit up and her smile blinded me. Discarding my shirt, I asked, " You ready?"

She nodded her head and ran up behind me. I opened my wings and almost immediately, she ran her fingers through my feathers.

"They're massive," she gawked. "How do you go around carrying these things everyday?"

I laughed, "We're attached. I'm pretty sure you get used to it."

"Why are they black," She questioned.

I froze to think about whether I wanted to answer or how I would answer.

"Well it doesn't matter. They're still beautiful," she continued to run her fingers through the cracks of my wings. "What's this?"

Her hand hovered ov