ParadoxDragonn

You had hated your normal _ hair and _ eyes. Unlike other faeries whose fluorescent hair and oddly colored hair gave them an other worldly look, you looked almost, almost… human. Your only redeeming feature was your wings. You turned your head your hands fingering the thin almost paper like material and traced the golden swirls that gave off a slight glow. You heard the giggles of a pair of other faeries behind you as the flittered by. You turned around just in time to see one of the faeries avert her eyes. You hug your knees, and tell yourself "Im used to it," repeating it over and over in your head as you heard the stifled giggles unt

"Man, who does that wanker think he is," said England slamming his mug on the counter. The sound echoed of the far walls of the practically deserted bar. England's face was red and he was surrounded by several empty glasses. It was long past closing and the only people left were you, the bartender and of course England. He must of thought England was of his rocker talking to a faerie but oh well he was drunk wasn't he? "Let it all out buddy," you sighed. He had practically been repeating that same line for hours, this was not going at all how you wanted. "Seriesly who does he think he is!" "Hey England," you said trying to stay patient. "H