"Love the wings, Dean." Addison smirked at her brother teasingly. "Do you know how to fly yet?" She asked, her hands clenching into fists to keep from reaching out and touching the feathers.
Dean fluttered his wings casually, staring at the girl with irritation. "Blue definitely isn't my colour," he retorted. "And no, I don't know how to fly yet. Nor do I ever want to experience it."


















