"HALF-BLOOD." The word sent shivers down Paisley's spine, causing her to shudder slightly.
"What did you call me?" She hisses, "How did you know?"
"Maybe your wings were cut off, but it doesn't make your blood clean."
Paisley shakes her head, "No..."
"You're lucky they grew back. Makes it easier for you to run away."
"Screw you!" She snaps.
"You wish."
"Gross."
"I know the truth," He tells her, "And it won't be long before I tell your little boyfriend too."
"No!" Paisley exclaims.
"I'm afraid it's not your choice," Erebus responds, "It never has been, Paisley."
Tears well in her eyes, "This is beyond... you can't tell Peter. He doesn't need to know. It will ruin everything."
"Don't you see, Paisley?"
She glares at him with what can only be described as rainstorms in her eyes.
"That's exactly why I'm telling him."
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seven - peter parker
Fanfiction"please picture me in the trees, i hit my peak at uǝʌǝs feet." in which: the world's most strange teenage girl meets the world's most awkward teenage boy (and they both have superpowers)
