•3rd POV•
Isla's silky wings glistened in the moonlight as they gracefully carried the girl and others through the darkening sky, soft puffs of air can be heard. The young woman's lime orbs small as slits, as she bit her pouty lip in concentration. After a good 8 or 9 minutes, a big, glass penthouse came into view. The windows tinted so you couldn't see inside, and the walls that were visible, had either slate or a pearl white. A beautiful balcony adorned the 2nd level, as with a pool.
A thud could be heard, making Asher walk out. He chuckled seeing the raven-ette scrunch her nose while dropping the dead bodies.
"So, your finally back, Dollface." The crimson haired male smirked, "Oh! We have company!" He sarcastically clasped his hands together, "How lovely! Would you like a drink?" Isla rolled her eyes at her friends stupidity.
"Real smooth." Shes snickered, rolling her eyes and crossing her muscular and pale arms. Islas' gaze travelled down Ashers toned arms, and his abs that showed right through his white muscle shirt. Following up again to see his steely orbs stare into her lime ones.
•Ashers POV•
As I looked over from the corpses', I thought I saw Isla checking me out, I will admit, I do like her, she's fierce, feisty, gorgeous, and just amazing. Her eyes finally landed on mine, I raised my eyebrow, and tilted my head making my crimison hair fall in front of one of my eyes. She giggled and started her way towards the door, flicking her hand up, she looks back,
"Could you take care of the bodies, please?" She pouted her soft red bottom lip and gave me her biggest puppy eyes. I couldn't say no, how could you to that face? I sighed and laughed walking over to the limp people, picking them up and holding them under my well-built arms. I winked at Isla,
"As you wish my lady." And shot into the skin using my inhuman-strength, since I don't have wings. I decided to just dump them in a river to rot, plus it'd get rid of the evidence, so I headed over to the nearest water source that's somewhat big.
•3rd POV•
Blue. The colour that is ever so entrancing and comforting to one. Just like the ocean, how the waves softly lap at your feet, or the foam that gives off layers upon the sea of differences'. Gunmetal irises that scanned her being for any scathes or scratches, big rugged hands that caressed here petite ones, spiky crimson hair that's surprisingly silky and soft, all features different from each other. So what draws her in?
He was just like the others, right? Incorrect.
A/N
sorry for the short chapter! i went camping haha, and just wanted to publish something :)
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•Incomprendida• •Misunderstood•
Fantasy"Big, soft, inky wings shone in the moonlight, matched with a pair of leathery, crimson horns followed by a tail graced with both colours'. " "The raven-ette's long silky hair was perfect with her smooth, milky skin that gave off a goddess illusion...
