They just sat there for a while in silence. Cosmo could tell Ivy was nervous by the way she fidgeted in her seat and looked at her shoes under the table. He was nervous himself. His wings ached, ready to break through. He was battling them, and it was only now that he realized that he had been doing so for the entire conversation.
"What is going on?" Willow still demanded explanation.
"We'll tell you later," Ivy finally stepped in, making Willow quiet.
The wings had almost faded when the doorknob turned. Now they popped up again, not exactly tugging or aching yet, but obviously present.
It was a man in a blue suit. He had a PSC badge, and looked young enough.
"Cosmo, can I talk to you personally?" He asked calmly. Suddenly Cosmo's wings hit. He groaned a bit, trying to make them vanish.
"Are you okay?" The doctor repeated.
Cosmo managed a nod.
"Good luck," Ivy whispered, apparently as confused as him.
"Thanks."
They left and entered a dark, long hallway. Unlike the white rooms and laboratories behind each door, the hall was painted indigo. Cosmo wondered why as he passed a few identical ways.
The man led him through a few turns. The building didn't seem that confusing or mazelike, but everything was surely complicated.
"Here," he pointed at a door with a sign that said "Dr. Hunt: Crimes and Law". Cosmo watched as he pulled his hand into the pocket and took a key out. He noticed that it was labelled "Office".
As they entered, Cosmo was blinded by the light and purity of the office. There were no windows in the hall, and he had managed to get used. Here, there was a window right opposing him, the sunlight coming thought it right into his eyes. He covered his forehead and stepped inside.
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The Angel's Nature
FantasyIn a world where everyone has wings, getting them clipped is the worst punishment. Cosmo has spent his life dealing with a mysterious disease that made his wings pop out of nowhere when he was nervous. His sister Ivy is about to have her wings clip...
