Having wings on Earth was a trait every person had, no matter age, social status, race or heritage. Wings ranged from flaming oranges, to soft browns. More often than not, people tended to have wings that complemented their favorite color.
Each and every person had unique wings made specifically for their own body. Lance had rich blue wings that curved down to his calves, Shiro had black sturdy wings that gleamed purple in the sunlight, and Keith had slim crimson wings made for flying. On the other hand, Pidge had short light brown wings that fluffed up to her lower back and Hunk had long mahogany brown wings that were practically made for cuddling.
"And so, by the end of the day, my journey has come to an end."
YOU ARE READING
langst one-shots
Fanfiction⚠️might trigger things so watch out⚠️ discountinued cover art not mine
