Page 16 of January Blues
Quill reached for my hand as we approached the building. That small touch was all that I allowed myself as the heat began to simmer between us in the elevator.
As soon as my door was closed, we reached for each other. Drawn like magnets.
The second our lips met in our first kiss, there was a flash of magenta and lilac magic in the air.
A seal broke.
January 17th-18th
Cody
Thesensationofatug inside my gut had me lurching away from Quill. He reached for me with an imploring look I didn’t understand on his all too handsome face. He was speaking, but I couldn’t hear anything above the whooshing in my ears. My blood pounded in my veins. I felt disconnected from reality as power rushed through me uncontrollably.
I couldn’t process the feelings inside of my body. There was pressure, a surging joy, a sense of freedom. Moving further into my apartment, away from Quill’s reach so I didn’t hurt him, I let go of the hold, the tension too much to bear.
Another pulling feeling left me gasping and instead of holding onto it, trying to squash it, I pushed with it until there was another pop. There was a sense of euphoria, of rightness.
More of that magenta magic filled the air. My back arched with a sudden weight. My shirt tore into shreds. I whirled, trying to see what was pulling me backwards. Wings! I had wings! With a thought, my deep pink wings arched and spread to their full wingspan. I looked at them in awe.
“Cody, are you alright?” Quill’s words finally broke the haze of my mind.
“I think my real dad was a demon.” I heard amazement in my tone. A burbling laugh burst out.
“I’m sorry, I tried to tell you—“ He wasn’t making sense.
I lost the rest of his words to another spike of magic inside me, sparks filling the air. Knowing it would be easier if I gave in or helped, I relaxed. My head became heavy as horns rose up from my head. I traced the shape of them. They curved up over my head and back down again. The feeling was bizarre. I wondered briefly if they matched my beautiful wings.
Just thinking of them had my wings pulling in. I reached behind me to touch one and shivered at how sensitive they were.
My ears stung. It felt like someone was pulling on them. I ran a finger over them, shuddering at the elongated points where my rounded ears had been.
“Cody? Do you need me to get you some help?” Quill had moved closer. His eyes roaming my new appendages.
There was a loud rip, and I felt the seat of my pants give as my tail, oh my goddess, I had a tail! wound its way out and wrapped around Quill’s arm, tugging him closer.
“Quill?”
“Are you okay?”
“I feel strange.” I felt really dizzy. Hungry too, yet the thought of food made me nauseated.
“That’s the magic. You’ve used a lot to let your form out.”
“That’s what my family paid for. They put a seal over my demon part.” I muttered to myself.
Somehow Quill heard me. “What do you mean?”
I stumbled back, my legs hitting the edge of my bed. My wings lifted out of the way as I fell onto the mattress. With a thought, I tugged Quill closer with my tail. Somehow, I knew I needed him near me to feel better. I sat there for a minute, putting my head in my hands, hoping to stop the world swirling, just trying to get my thoughts in order.
Demon. I was part demon. What kind of demon was the most pressing question.
“Cody?” Quill had his hand on my shoulder, the other reaching for one of my horns, as if he wanted to touch it. There was a look of awe, of hope on his face, that confused me.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Of you? Never. You can’t hurt me.”
“You sound so sure.”
