Story of my life
They are so fucking classy I swear
The change was sudden and drastic. She didn’t even have time to remove her clothing that made things even more awkward. And the feathers, God, they were everywhere. She had tail feathers, feathers on her legs that lead down to talons, and wings covered in feathers instead of arms. Eve twisted and turned, trying to see the extent of the magic, but to no avail. The wings got in the way, and she could move properly for this form, not with her clothing on.
Eve huffed and sat down on her bed, curling up as best she could, trying to hide herself. This wasn’t fair. Especially with Autumn just coming home. This wasn’t fair at all.
Autumn got out of the shower, giving a contented sigh as he toweled off. Near two weeks worth of grime and sweat and work had been washed off (It was nearly two weeks, only because Sarah had made a mistake and called in a storm that lasted for two days, which led to some rather curious amounts of mud and leaves getting stuck in his hair).
“Eve?” He called out, toweling his hair off. “Yeh doin’ okay?”
Eve squeaked and moved under the blankets, hiding. “I’m fine,” she called out to Autumn from her hiding place. Burrowing father into the sheets, she tried to hide her wings completely, but she was fairly certain that they still peeked out the top.
The female Apocalypse turned quiet, listening for Autumn.
Hands drifted while they kissed, exploring. They traced down her sides and rested on her hips momentarily before reaching around her. Adam bent slightly, hands going behind her thighs and picking her up. He pressed against her more, holding her up.
His tongue gently explored her mouth, while still holding the same level of passion.
The girl gasped when he lifted her off the ground, mouth opening more to him as she made the startled sound. A surprised hum came from her as he pressed closer against her body, his body and his heat surrounding her.
Adam had consumed her senses.
The skirt of her dress hung down from above her knee’s, her legs restraining from wrapping around him. He had her, she just wasn’t sure… about having him just yet.
As his searing kiss pressed on her fingers laced into his hair.
Adam pulled of the kiss, letting Seraphina catch her breath. He rested his forehead against her’s, but kept her pressed between himself and the wall. Though, he couldn’t move much farther away than she let him, with the way her hand had tangled in his hair.
Reminder that what the Once-ler chose to do with all his money was build a place where he’d fit in.
Where everyone would have everything they could possibly need
Just like he didn’t.
Where people sang and danced all the time
So he wouldn’t be doing it alone.
And he’d be the centre of attention
Without being the object of ridicule.
That was his dream, and with all the money in the world, he built a place where he’d be happy.
And he never got to see it.