Angels? Part 3/?
By DmnJean
"My jaw dropped." Wufei chimed in. "Mine too." Answered Quatre, before continuing with the strange tale of events that held Trowa captive.
~ "I've always had to run. I don't know just why." Duo murmured as he rolled onto his stomach. " I thought I'd be damned forever, you know? But a few days ago, my shoulders started killing me. Then I got a message from Proffessor G, that was sent post-mortem...The old goat finally died." Duo shrugged, and took off his shirt. "It's best if you see them..." He turned, showing a pair of elegantly beautiful wings, black as Deathscythe's paint and soft looking to the touch. They gleamed against his skin, the black echoing muted shades of purples and reds and blues when the light caught it right. I drew a sharp breath, thinking that I wanted to touch the wings, confirm the texture my mind had created, and Duo spoke up again.
"You can pet me if ya wanna Q-man. I'm just glad they're feathers, you know?
So I did, and it felt vaugely like falling into a soft feather bed and being struck by lightening.~
Wufei mock-glared. "Scared me to death, you know, when that happened." Quatre smiled at him. "I know. You felt it too, though, didn't you?" Wufei smiled at his small blonde love. "Yeah, I did."
As Quatre moved to snuggle with Trowa for a while, Wufei took up Quatre's careful narration.
*TBC*
A/N: Hi all! Forgive the lateness, ne? Work is evil, and my muses are threatening a strike. Lessee.... I still don't own "Talking to my angel" By Melissa Ethereidge, but the song is beautiful. Duo's dialogue quotes it a lot, but not completely nor exactly. I still don't own the boys, although I wish I did. This part, and all other parts to this story, are dedicated to SquirrelGoddess02, who prodded me into typing this bit into existance. Squirrel, I promise there's more, don't lose faith in me.
By DmnJean
"My jaw dropped." Wufei chimed in. "Mine too." Answered Quatre, before continuing with the strange tale of events that held Trowa captive.
~ "I've always had to run. I don't know just why." Duo murmured as he rolled onto his stomach. " I thought I'd be damned forever, you know? But a few days ago, my shoulders started killing me. Then I got a message from Proffessor G, that was sent post-mortem...The old goat finally died." Duo shrugged, and took off his shirt. "It's best if you see them..." He turned, showing a pair of elegantly beautiful wings, black as Deathscythe's paint and soft looking to the touch. They gleamed against his skin, the black echoing muted shades of purples and reds and blues when the light caught it right. I drew a sharp breath, thinking that I wanted to touch the wings, confirm the texture my mind had created, and Duo spoke up again.
"You can pet me if ya wanna Q-man. I'm just glad they're feathers, you know?
So I did, and it felt vaugely like falling into a soft feather bed and being struck by lightening.~
Wufei mock-glared. "Scared me to death, you know, when that happened." Quatre smiled at him. "I know. You felt it too, though, didn't you?" Wufei smiled at his small blonde love. "Yeah, I did."
As Quatre moved to snuggle with Trowa for a while, Wufei took up Quatre's careful narration.
*TBC*
A/N: Hi all! Forgive the lateness, ne? Work is evil, and my muses are threatening a strike. Lessee.... I still don't own "Talking to my angel" By Melissa Ethereidge, but the song is beautiful. Duo's dialogue quotes it a lot, but not completely nor exactly. I still don't own the boys, although I wish I did. This part, and all other parts to this story, are dedicated to SquirrelGoddess02, who prodded me into typing this bit into existance. Squirrel, I promise there's more, don't lose faith in me.