Hey guys, so I'm not going to be able to be on tumblr for the next 6 weeks (starting March 5th). I've qued some posts so that the blog won't be totally inactive, but there will be a lot less than usual. So please don't unfollow, I'll be back, I promise!!!
in which lily finds a certain piece of jewelry among James’ things….
James gets up to put his plate in the sink, and Lily jumps again, staring up at him like a doe in the headlights. Which, she thinks to herself, is pretty accurate. He throws her a bemused, quizzical look, taking her plate too.
“Everything okay?” he prods, for about the millionth time this week, raising one eyebrow.
She nods, smiling up at him tiredly. That’s not strictly true. She’s been practically jumping out of her seat all day. All week, as a matter of fact. She’s been careful not to go looking for anything, taking clothes – especially James’ clothes – only from the top of the drawer pile, so she wouldn’t have to dig around. Every time he’s moved towards her, or gotten suddenly to his feet, she’s nearly jumped a mile.
Can you imagine wings just being a normal part of everyday life like imagine
- Stepping out of the shower and blow drying your wings each morning before work
- Sitting back in a chair and having them flop over the back lazily
- Shielding yourself from the sudden rain with your thick feathers
- Waking up in the morning with bedhead and bedfeathers
BEING ABLE TO DYE YOUR FEATHERS.