[A fairy, they tell him, and that's probably the worst thing he could have turned into. Men aren't fairies (except when they are, but that joke got old fast). Girls can be fairies, with wings and magic and all that crap, but Jack has no time for it.
But here he is, wings and all. They're good wings, he has to admit, even if he had to clumsily rip and resew all his shirts so they could stick out. They're like dragonfly wings, four of them, long and powerful, semi-translucent. His ears have grown pointed, his eyes turned from dark hazel to a pale blue-- it's all terribly strange, but he supposes there are worse changes. At least he doesn't want to eat people.
Outside, down on the beach, he lets his wings unfurl. They flutter and he frowns, trying to get them to go faster. If he can actually fly on these things, they might well be worth it.]
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[A fairy, they tell him, and that's probably the worst thing he could have turned into. Men aren't fairies (except when they are, but that joke got old fast). Girls can be fairies, with wings and magic and all that crap, but Jack has no time for it.
But here he is, wings and all. They're good wings, he has to admit, even if he had to clumsily rip and resew all his shirts so they could stick out. They're like dragonfly wings, four of them, long and powerful, semi-translucent. His ears have grown pointed, his eyes turned from dark hazel to a pale blue-- it's all terribly strange, but he supposes there are worse changes. At least he doesn't want to eat people.
Outside, down on the beach, he lets his wings unfurl. They flutter and he frowns, trying to get them to go faster. If he can actually fly on these things, they might well be worth it.]