She's cursing from the bathroom, spitting out swear words like a solider. Only in about twelve languages.
"Tana? I need to tell you something…"
"Shove off! You're in a lot of trouble!"
"Ah… What have I done?"
A long silence and I can tell she's trying not to yell. Then she changes the subject.
"Well what's this thing you need to tell me?"
"Er… I sort of got invited to the White House dinner party tonight…"
"And?"
"I got told to bring my wife along… And I say okay…"
The door opens and she glares at me.
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"I said you'd come…"
She fixes me with her deadly look and a slight flicker of silver fire appears in her eyes. She's losing control, slipping out of humanity and into full-on Wrathful-Angel mode.
"Tana…"
She stares at me for a long second. Then, "Why?"
"I'm fed up of living a lie. I don't want to have to hide this, us. I want to go out there and say 'Yes, I married a mutant. Who cares? I love her and if you think I shouldn't have married her because she's different, then you aren't worth knowing'. I want the world to know I love you…"
She glares at me and then sighs.
"I need to go shopping."
"What?"
"Well, my last formal gown has been out of fashion for years."
"You're coming? I'm certain it'll be fine…"
"With a corset and hooped skirt?"
"Ah… Sorry…"
"I'll ring Emma. She's amazing at getting stylists to work within a deadline. Or Warren… Red?"
"You wear that too often."
Her eyes widen in a sudden rush of excitement.
"Oh, I know."
She vanishes and I lean into the bathroom, but whatever she was doing than angered her so is gone. She's good at clearing up stuff. She told me once if she ever turned and started killing people, no one would notice because she knows how to commit a perfect crime. She wouldn't tell me how though… Just gave me the Look. I see what Logan was talking about when he talks of Tora's Look. Etana's basically is her saying 'Oh Steve, stop being so stupid else I'll start making sarcastic comments' without a word.
I'm just staring to worry when she turns up and all I can do is stare. She's forgone red in exchange for a rich ivory sleek and slightly shiny material that stands out starkly against her velvety matte black fur, understated silver jewellery which looks antique and her hair coiled in an elaborate style that, when I look closer, is held in place by tiny silver wires. She smiles, swirls and I half-blink at the low-cut back, allowing her wings freedom to move.
"What do you think, Discus-Boy? Good enough?"
"Tan… Are you wearing heels?"
She smirks. Typical. She's gone from six foot to six foot three. I.e. taller than me.
"Are you doing this deliberately?"
She nods cheekily.
"Of course darling. Where would be the fun in not?"
"TANA!"
