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Who: Billy and Tink
When: After these texts
Where: Their place
What: Wings!
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete


Tink was pacing the place. Back and forth and around the sofa, then back and forth again. Her wings were awesome--they were big, and shiny, and they fluttered when she wanted them to--but they were strictly ornamental. She couldn’t let them get too hot or too cold, they might wilt or freeze and crack. She’d learned that much from her dreams. Now she just… she was dying for some pixie dust. Imagine the amazing things she could do with a little pixie dust!

She stopped when she thought she heard keys outside of the front door, and stood in the living room, wringing her hands nervously together, waiting for him to come in and see them. She’d be the first thing he’d see--standing right next to his huge armchair.

Tink was tiny beside the huge armchair. Then again, everyone was tiny next to the huge armchair -- that was sort of the point. Even so, those wings really stood out. It was a testament to the fact that Billy was so completely used to the strangeness that was their county and living situations that he wasn't even weirded out to know that his wife now had wings.

Frankly, he thought it weirder still that he had a wife. Not much shocked him these days after that.

"Wow," he said, a little blankly, once the door was shut behind him and he was dropping his messenger bag down next to it. "You have wings." Because they hadn't been over that one before. Nope.

“Wings, Billy. I have wings.” Tink said, and then spun around on one foot so he could get a good look. This was going to make wearing clothes awkward. Not only that, but she was terrified that Billy might be freaked out about the whole thing. Though, he didn’t seem to be freaking out so far. Not like the screaming that Tink had done when she’d first woken up and felt them herself.

"You really do," Billy agreed, stepping closer and then circling around Tink to get a better view from every angle. It was impossible to be anything other than science minded about this. They were pretty, the wings. But more like a dragonfly or some other kind of -- well, insect -- than a bird or whatever. It sort of made sense why they were useless. The things were entirely too thin and small to lift the weight of a human. Even a fairly small one like Tink.

"Huh," he said, very unhelpfully.

“Is that a good ‘huh’ or a bad ‘huh’? Because I gotta tell ya… I’m a little freaked out by all of this.” Tink admitted, finding she was more emotional than she knew what to do with. If only she had some Pixie Dust. Seriously weird thing to think, but it was true. She’d be able to fly, she’d feel less like a freak with useless wings.

“It also means I can’t get too hot or too cold. Then my wings might wilt or crack. And there’s only one way to heal a broken wing.” Since her sister wasn’t around, that way was pretty much unavailable.

"I mean -- they're pretty," Billy told her - quite honestly, in fact. They were pretty. And as strange as it was the things did suit his wife. They made her -- well. Magical looking. Which he supposed in some ways she was. Even if they were currently useless.

"I guess that means you're in control of the temperature?" He wasn't sure how to help, not really. He was always awkward like this, but he was trying. Billy bit his lip and sort of just hovered too close nearby. "Are you -- you know? Okay?"

“I think so.” Tink answered, honestly. She did think so. She wasn’t sure how this was going to get better. Now that she had her wings… she wasn’t sure she wanted them to go away. She just wished she could use them.

“...do you want to see how they… work?” Not that they worked a whole lot, but she could give a little flutter and go up just a little bit in the air. Without pixie dust she couldn’t fly, but she could still flutter.

Billy was only just half worried their hugging would get even more awkward with those wings in place. But probably they'd figure that out, right? No reason to be concerned. Or more concerned.

Wait. Were they not concerned? Right. Because she said she was okay. And if Tink said she was okay, she was okay.

"Yeah," he said, taking a little step to the side so he could see her back a little better. "Do some wing magic for me." It was almost like flirting.

Almost like flirting. Close enough, considering these two. Tink wouldn’t know flirting if it slapped her in the face. And if it did slap her in the face, she’d have no idea what to do about it. But his suggestion about her doing wing magic was taken, made her grin, and she fluttered her wings--just the way she knew how from the Dreams.

Tink lifted up off the floor about a foot and a half into the air, and moved forward a couple feet before landing. “That’s about as far as I can go without Pixie Dust.”

"It'd be great for stairs though," Billy said, considering the math and the logistics of her basic wing power against the basic workings and slope of stairs. He paused then, twisting his lips into a half frown. "Obviously don't jump down a flight of stairs without practice. That'd go poorly."

“No. Definitely not down the stairs. But it might help me going…. up.” Tink said, thinking about it. Too bad they didn’t have a set of stairs right here for her to practice on! Curse their apartment not being big and two stories! She sighed.

“I’m going to have to cut holes in all my clothes.”

“Yeahhh….” That was a little awkward. Billy wasn’t much of a fashion person, but he couldn’t imagine how weird it would be to cut holes into all of his clothing. “Maybe seek out a tailor.” He suggested. Hey, there were a lot of people on the Valarnet who would enjoy the challenge. He hugged his wife in a rather abrupt gesture of solidarity. Or… something.

Solidarity. ...or something. Tink returned the hug, her wings folding down to make room for his arms. “It’s gonna be good. Really good.” Tink said, mostly trying to convince herself. This wouldn’t cause problems. It wouldn’t get in the way. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Maybe… maybe it’s dinner time?”

Billy would let that slide because -- well. Hey, the convincing of self was very important.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, easy as he could. “I can -- uh. Make tacos!” He could. It was like the number one bachelor food, really, so he was awesome at it.

“Tacos are good. I like tacos.” Tink said, giving her man a smile. Life was good. Even though things were awkward, and they were still… almost just slightly more than roommates even though they were married. It was okay. She was learning to love her life with Billy.

Likewise, Billy was learning to remember that he had not kidnapped Tink and they both wanted this. And it was kind of awesome, actually.

And so were tacos. So. He’d just get on that.