09-06-2016, 05:50 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
She wrapped around Ruan like a warm cashmere sweater, grey and plush and perfect. There was something about the way she became someone else entirely when she was with him that put her mind at rest—she was finally able to be someone other than the diplomat. The Irish woman, in all her age, was able to finally be a girl. She smiled slightly—or was it seductively—when he mentions his new additions—his wings—and his attempt to fly fast to get back to her. She stepped back, swished her tail, and took his wing in her mouth and flapped it for him, the strength of her physical body returning now that her vision had finally returned to her in full. She bounded around him to his other side, giving his full profile the side eye with a glint of emerald looking at him, before speaking in an Irish accent thick with flirtation.
“I dare say that they suit you. I was never a fan of wings myself. Too heavy and wieldy. Never good for a fight—or for war.” But still, she fluffed them up and snuggled in against him. “Though now I see where they could have great advantages.” she winked at him and trotted off, moving away from him with a slight giggle, almost begging him to follow her.
She had to have a discussion with him about her future—their future, if that is what he chose—but for now, she put aside her fears of her powers and her religion, she allowed herself to relax into Ruan and allow him to become the confident male he more than likely was before she had come along and changed everything.
Feeling his heart beating within her, she only hoped that was possible.