I dumped my rather smelly clothes in the washer and hopped in the shower, relaxing in the hot water. Strangely, the base of my wings, where I had originally gotten the tattoo, didn’t hurt anymore. I was too tired to question that. It was tougher than I thought to get the bird doo out of my wings, but I managed it.
I changed quickly into a pair of my favorite pyjamas, cheering silently that I had remembered to pack them. Yeah, it was 2 PM, bite me. They were comfortable and I was going to sleep.
I shuffled into the guest bedroom and flopped down on the futon, wrapping my wings around myself. My blanket was in the washer, so I pulled a spare one out of the closet before crashing so completely that even Ren mixing a track upstairs didn’t wake me up. That girl reminded me of Kestrel, or maybe it was the other way around.
I dreamed of wings and music.
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Wings
ParanormalMelody is a rebellious dropout artist in the middle of London with a bad past and an overprotective girlfriend. But a tattoo gone weird changes her life. Relationship: F/F, just to clarify things. Cover art in progress
