Feathers
Title: Feathers
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Raia Guthrie takes after her father. A lot.
“Owwww…”
Angel rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head. “Swear to God, Guthrie, if your new tramp stamp’s infected, I’m gonna laugh.”
“Ain’t mah tattoo,” Raia groaned. “It’s mah back.”
Angel sat up, spitting a gout of flame into her hand so she could see. Raia had rolled onto her stomach, and the back of her tank top was pulled up almost to her shoulders. In the firelight, the feathers that Angel saw seemed almost black.
“Holy fuck,” Angel muttered, climbing out of her bed. “Yer growin’ wings.”
***
“Can we see them?” Eric asked, peering at Raia’s back like her newest appendages might suddenly pop out of her abaya.
“No.”
“Can you fly with them?” his twin asked, perching on Raia’s other side and letting his backpack hit the ground with a heavy thud.
“They’re a might too small yet, but Doc McCoy says they’re likely to get bigger, like Daddy’s. Don’t matter none, since Ah fly anyway. Truth to tell, this is gonna be a big ol’ pain in the butt.”
“You’ll have to stop wearing the… thingy,” Sean noted. “Y’know, I bet someone could whip you up a real uniform, no problem.”
“Ah think Ah’m just gonna cut holes in mah abaya t’ make room. Lord, moltin’s gonna be nothin’ but trouble.” Behind her veil, Raia grinned as the twins faces fell.
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Raia Guthrie takes after her father. A lot.
“Owwww…”
Angel rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head. “Swear to God, Guthrie, if your new tramp stamp’s infected, I’m gonna laugh.”
“Ain’t mah tattoo,” Raia groaned. “It’s mah back.”
Angel sat up, spitting a gout of flame into her hand so she could see. Raia had rolled onto her stomach, and the back of her tank top was pulled up almost to her shoulders. In the firelight, the feathers that Angel saw seemed almost black.
“Holy fuck,” Angel muttered, climbing out of her bed. “Yer growin’ wings.”
***
“Can we see them?” Eric asked, peering at Raia’s back like her newest appendages might suddenly pop out of her abaya.
“No.”
“Can you fly with them?” his twin asked, perching on Raia’s other side and letting his backpack hit the ground with a heavy thud.
“They’re a might too small yet, but Doc McCoy says they’re likely to get bigger, like Daddy’s. Don’t matter none, since Ah fly anyway. Truth to tell, this is gonna be a big ol’ pain in the butt.”
“You’ll have to stop wearing the… thingy,” Sean noted. “Y’know, I bet someone could whip you up a real uniform, no problem.”
“Ah think Ah’m just gonna cut holes in mah abaya t’ make room. Lord, moltin’s gonna be nothin’ but trouble.” Behind her veil, Raia grinned as the twins faces fell.