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There’s a tapping on my window, probably Azrael again. Begging to be let in. How he knows of my longing I will never know. I run to the window, even I cannot sleep this night, as hard as I try. He perches there so much like the raven’s I’ve compared him to. He will never know. He is tall, lean, beautiful, as are all of his kind. Lightly built but lean with muscle. He wears jeans this night, and let’s says it’s just too hot for a shirt. We’ve been friends a long time. He knows more of me and my desires. My gaze lingers on his tanned chest; I force my gaze upward, past his seductive lips and broad nose, to green eyes flecked with gold. His hair is a disheveled black mess. He watches me carefully. I unlock the window and he climbs through graceful as any feline. A cat, a panther.“Can’t sleep tonight?” He questions. “What does it look like?” I pull a tank over my head and search for a pair of jeans in my cluttered closet.“Well,” his gaze lingers on me, “usually your up and dressed when I come a-knocking.”  He strides over to me, I stop my search. We both know what we want, but of what he is it can never be. My heart beats faster, I feel the flush creep up my neck to settle on my cheeks, as his hand brushes my cheek.Funny, how easily he could kill me, but I no longer get lost n his gaze as I once did. This is what he loves.“There’s something strange about you, love.” That’s a first, the love part. I turn away, and display my wings. “You like?” I ask softly. I think they fit me. Look wise, and beliefs.I turn to the mirror, taking in myself. Long, jagged auburn hair, streaked with black, like a tiger. Brown eyes at a glance, with a green ring around the outer edges. But they change. The brown becoming more golden and the green taking over, deepening, spreading to the once brown areas. I sport twelve or so rings in my ears. One in my left brow. My signature necklace hanging round my neck. A sword pointing down, with wings open wide above the hilt. A dragon head peering around the left side, his body hidden, claws clutching the blade, his tail spiraling around it. His eyes are rubies, his claws onyx. Two rings on my fingers. One given to me by my mother, wings wrapped around my thumb. The other forced by Azrael, given to me on my 16^th birthday, when I found out about what had happened. It was a faery. Silver, for I don’t wear gold. I wore it on my middle finger. A pretty thing, for anyone I disapproved of.  Looking at it in the full moon’s light, I remember that day.The day the things I dreamed of, the thing I longed for most, became reality.

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