somehow... speaking with the dead?
The bathroom door opened, and she poked her head out with a towel around herself. Her dark hair now wet, wavy, and flowing, now that it wasn't snarled and matted to her head. I blinked, forgetting the immediate dire straits we found ourselves in. The girl beneath all that grime was... I swallowed as she smiled at me. Wow.
She turned to our purple haired protector, asking in an accusatory tone, “Where are my clothes? They're mine, and you can't have them.”
Hai shook her head and said, “Relax street rat. They reeked, even through the door. I threw them in the wash. I left some clothes you can use in there. They'll be a little big on you, you're small like Angelina here, but your's will be out of the dryer in a few minutes.”
They exchanged narrow-eyed looks like they were daring each other or something. I exhaled, and snapped at them, “We have better things to be doing than determining who had the bigger dick.”
They both actually looked overly amused at that as Dorian popped back into the bathroom. I turned to Hailey, who brought a hand up to run her fingers through her thick pixie cut purple locks as she fought off the exhaustion in her stance. I asked, “Do you have any water? My throat is scratchy.”
She regarded me a moment as she moved toward the little kitchen area. “Not surprising, you had screamed your throat raw before you passed out. What was that all about?”
I opened my mouth to answer as all the information that assaulted me earlier when I made that wish came crashing back down on me. The door to the bathroom opening again, and Dorian stepping out. I had to smile. She was in some black jeans with the cuffs rolled up, and a matching black tee that was tied in a knot at her waist to take up the extra fabric.
She instantly sought out my eyes then seemed to relax. She smiled and said toward Hailey as she looked down at herself. “I'm keeping these.”
Hailey stepped back to me, and she started a retort, and I interjected, “Please, don't. I already have a headache without you two arguing.”
I slid my feet onto the floor as I braced myself on the edge of the bed. I accepted the glass of water as Dorian stepped over. I absently raised a wing, and she sat beside me, then my wing draped over her shoulder.
She gave Hai a, “So there look.”
I sighed in exasperation and chastised, “Behave.”
She had the common decency to look sheepish until she looked to empty space beside her and then she snorted at something the voices must have said to her.
I asked as I narrowed my eyes, “What?”
She shook her head, refusing to tell. “Nothing.”
I looked to the empty air beside her and said, “It was Stacy wasn't it? Some smart ass comment?”
She bit her tongue then said with a shrug, “Maybe.” Then to the air, she said, “You're right.”
Then I swallowed and asked what I knew I had already figured out, “They just aren't voices you hear are they Dorian? They're... you can speak to the dead. Can't you?”
She looked down at her hands and looked so very small at that moment. She nodded once then defended, “It's not like I want to. They just sort of... come to me.” Then she gave a cheesy grin. “Not all of them are as hot as Stacy here mind you.”
I actually burst out into a nervous giggle and said, “And she won't let you forget that.”
She beamed a smile at me, and I just knew my dead friend had made some sarcastic comment. I flipped off the air then set the now empty glass of water on the little side table and said with a little reticence and resignation, “I know what's going on.”
Both women froze, eyes on me as I said the impossible, “My family line is cursed. I'm a fucking Djinn.”
Chapter 5 – Cursed
We moved to the little table as I sifted through the wealth of information my inadvertent wish to know what was going on had given me. And it chilled me to the
The bathroom door opened, and she poked her head out with a towel around herself. Her dark hair now wet, wavy, and flowing, now that it wasn't snarled and matted to her head. I blinked, forgetting the immediate dire straits we found ourselves in. The girl beneath all that grime was... I swallowed as she smiled at me. Wow.
She turned to our purple haired protector, asking in an accusatory tone, “Where are my clothes? They're mine, and you can't have them.”
Hai shook her head and said, “Relax street rat. They reeked, even through the door. I threw them in the wash. I left some clothes you can use in there. They'll be a little big on you, you're small like Angelina here, but your's will be out of the dryer in a few minutes.”
They exchanged narrow-eyed looks like they were daring each other or something. I exhaled, and snapped at them, “We have better things to be doing than determining who had the bigger dick.”
They both actually looked overly amused at that as Dorian popped back into the bathroom. I turned to Hailey, who brought a hand up to run her fingers through her thick pixie cut purple locks as she fought off the exhaustion in her stance. I asked, “Do you have any water? My throat is scratchy.”
She regarded me a moment as she moved toward the little kitchen area. “Not surprising, you had screamed your throat raw before you passed out. What was that all about?”
I opened my mouth to answer as all the information that assaulted me earlier when I made that wish came crashing back down on me. The door to the bathroom opening again, and Dorian stepping out. I had to smile. She was in some black jeans with the cuffs rolled up, and a matching black tee that was tied in a knot at her waist to take up the extra fabric.
She instantly sought out my eyes then seemed to relax. She smiled and said toward Hailey as she looked down at herself. “I'm keeping these.”
Hailey stepped back to me, and she started a retort, and I interjected, “Please, don't. I already have a headache without you two arguing.”
I slid my feet onto the floor as I braced myself on the edge of the bed. I accepted the glass of water as Dorian stepped over. I absently raised a wing, and she sat beside me, then my wing draped over her shoulder.
She gave Hai a, “So there look.”
I sighed in exasperation and chastised, “Behave.”
She had the common decency to look sheepish until she looked to empty space beside her and then she snorted at something the voices must have said to her.
I asked as I narrowed my eyes, “What?”
She shook her head, refusing to tell. “Nothing.”
I looked to the empty air beside her and said, “It was Stacy wasn't it? Some smart ass comment?”
She bit her tongue then said with a shrug, “Maybe.” Then to the air, she said, “You're right.”
Then I swallowed and asked what I knew I had already figured out, “They just aren't voices you hear are they Dorian? They're... you can speak to the dead. Can't you?”
She looked down at her hands and looked so very small at that moment. She nodded once then defended, “It's not like I want to. They just sort of... come to me.” Then she gave a cheesy grin. “Not all of them are as hot as Stacy here mind you.”
I actually burst out into a nervous giggle and said, “And she won't let you forget that.”
She beamed a smile at me, and I just knew my dead friend had made some sarcastic comment. I flipped off the air then set the now empty glass of water on the little side table and said with a little reticence and resignation, “I know what's going on.”
Both women froze, eyes on me as I said the impossible, “My family line is cursed. I'm a fucking Djinn.”
Chapter 5 – Cursed
We moved to the little table as I sifted through the wealth of information my inadvertent wish to know what was going on had given me. And it chilled me to the
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