#feil

female fae x female fae reader300 wordscitrus | mild mention of physical intimacy, mildly suggestive

“Do you ever wish you could change them?” Feil asks, voice husky and secretive, like she thinks your answer might cause some sort of scandal. Her fingertips stroke slowly over every dip and ridge in your spine that she can reach, avoiding the root muscles of your wings. Warm as you are, with your head pillowed in her lap and your eyelids heavy, it’s hard to search yourself for an honest answer. Sometimes you think it would be easier if you could lie like the humans, just to save yourself the effort of explaining things.

“Do you wish you could change them?” You ask instead, because Feil obviously wants to talk about that. She wants your answer too, you don’t doubt it, but Feil is very fond of herself. Even idle questions are important to her. You tilt your head so you can look up at her face, at the coils of blue curls and the great blue swallowtail wings arching up over her shoulders. She flutters them when she notices your attention and stops her stroking of your spine, tapping a single finger against her lower lip.

“Yes and no,” she starts, stretching her arms out when she spreads her wings, purely for effect. “I love them the way they are, but I would like to try other appearances on.”

“Like clothes?” You ask, still drowsy from laying on her lap in the warm sunshine.

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