Once they slled smoke, the girls quickly dropped everything that they were doing and ran to the bedroom.
The sight that they found was... surprising to say the least.
Bianca's body was smoking and there was a terrible odor in the room.
Their bed was literally soldering; with small orange flas spreading out from their lovable pyrokinetic.
"Woah... She's always been hot, but this is-"
"Nadine!"
"Right, right, sorry."
Nadine and Joanne first worked to move their lovers around so that Bianca wouldn't burn them from contact with their skin or the flas.
anwhile, Celeste patted out the building flas and cleared the smoke from the room.
Bianca slowly sat up and her face imdiately showed confusion.
Her body felt warm.
While this wasn't necessarily new to her, it did feel significantly different this ti.
To the closest possible explanation, what she was feeling now was akin to lounging beside a softly crackling fireplace.
More than anything, she just wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep until the end of winterti.
"Bianca!!"
Her eyes finally snapped alert and the young woman realized she was in a small sea of fla.
On instinct, she sucked it all back into herself to avoid disaster, but it was sohow a little harder than she rembered it to be.
With the room's flas extinguished, Bianca slowly got up from the bed in a daze.
"H-Hot.."
It was the strangest thing. Now that she had sucked the flas back into herself, she was now uncomfortably warm.
Nadine might've played around a lot, but she was an excellent caretaker when the mont counted.
She handed Camille to Joanne and helped Bianca get around without showing the slightest fear of her own skin burning.
"Easy now, miss lady. Take one step at a ti for ."
"Carry …" Bianca demanded.
"So selfish.."
Despite her initial protests, Nadine didn't seem to mind lifting Bianca up and carrying her into the bathroom.
She stripped her down and ran the water on the coldest setting before helping her get in the shower.
Her skin was so hot that the mont the water touched her, it sizzled like freshly forged tal.
But Bianca breathed a sigh of relief nonetheless.
"Thanks, babe.. I feel a lot better now." Bianca said shallowly.
"No problem, my love. And hey, I like the new look by the way."
Bianca didn't know what she ant until Nadine handed her a mirror.
But now, it was painfully obvious.
She had burned the dye out of her hair.
Instead of her usual blonde, she now had a beautiful cinnamon brown.
Other than a couple of baby pictures, this was actually Nadine's first ti seeing Bianca's real hair color.
Bianca was imdiately alert. She grabbed Nadine by the collar like a bouncer at a club.
"Babe... Go to the store... right now..!"
'So adorable.'
-
Camille was staring at the smoldering bed in slight wonder.
She tried to worm her way out of her mother's grasp a few tis to maybe touch it, bt Joanne held her firm.
"Why do kids always want to do such dangerous things, huh? I'm pretty sure ssing with charred bed carcinogens isn't exactly an activity 'PBS' would approve of."
"Wa?"
"Yes I'm sure, I checked."
"Fwa."
"What do you an that sounds like a lie? Your parents don't lie."
"Ba-ba."
"...Okay, that was one ti, but we thought you were asleep."
"Awa!"
"You're right, that doesn't make it excusable, and I am sorry." Joanne lowered her head.
"...Bu."
"Are you trying to convince to bribe you for your forgiveness? It's nine a.m, why would I give you ice cream?"
Camille gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and hugged her neck sweetly.
"...Okay, you can have a little bit."
Celeste had been sitting there watching this entire 'conversation' take place and she was almost too surprised to put into words.
This wasn't the first ti that she had seen Camille talk to her parents and they responded like they understood her perfectly.
It was fascinating to her. She found herself wanting to understand the connection that this family shared with each other more and more.
But she was smart enough to recognize that wanting more, being curious, and developing a fondness was going to be her undoing.
Even if she had accidentally had sex with Malachi all night long on three separate occasions, that still didn't an she wanted a life with him, or that she even liked him!
He was just a big, handso, funny, chivalrous dildo that she occasionally liked to use...
'Yea, I'm not the insane one here.' Celeste nodded to herself.
Joanne was halfway to the door before she heard movent co from behind her.
"Don't let her butter you up with smooches, Mom... Pretty sure she just learned that trick from watching do the sa thing to her dad."
Joanne's eyes lit up as she watched her daughter pick herself up from the ground slowly.
Anna stood up shakily as if she were nursing a real foul hangover.
"Sit down, kiddo. I'll get you so water." Joanne urged.
Anna normally would have waved off her mother's concern, but that just wasn't happening today. She felt like dog shit.
She sat down on the nearest ottoman; not even bothering to question why their bed was partially a molten ss.
"Will you let give you a little once over?" Celeste suddenly offered.
Anna slowly looked up at her and smiled half-heartedly.
"Sure... could be fun seeing as how I don't even rember my last doctor's visit."
Celeste rolled her eyes and reached inside of her bag.
She pulled out a stethoscope and proceeded to listen to the sound of er heartbeat, and then her breathing.
But when she moved to her back, she found sothing that was quite a bit different.
"Umm.. Anna, could I get you to remove your shirt for just a minute?"
"...You're lucky I'm too tired to make a dirty joke." Anna pulled off her shirt as she was asked.
Celeste gulped temporarily. She saw a lot of bodies, but none like Malachi and Anna's.
However, the biggest surprise were the two, hand-sized red wings coming out of her shoulder blades.
"I… can you feel this?" Celeste gently brushed her fingers over one of Anna's little wings.
"I an it's not going to get my nipples hard or anything, but-"
"Anna!"
"Sorry, couldn't hold that one in that ti."
Celeste rolled her eyes as Joanne retuned with a glass of water for her daughter.
"Oh, so yours aren't going back in either, huh?" She asked Anna.
"I.. guess not." Anna tried a few tis to dispel her wings like normal, but they just stayed on her body.
A thought suddenly dawned on her and she stared at her mother with a look of horror. "I-I... I'm not going to grow a beak or anything like that, am I??"
"You'll still be my adorable little girl even if you do."
"Ma, this is..." Anna's eyes suddenly settled on a lock of her hair. It was moving around on it's own.
Suddenly, Anna noticed that the water in her glass was behaving similarly.
As a matter of fact, just about everything in the room was beginning to defy gravity.
"Mmmh... Why do I feel like I've been burned...? And why am I laying on the floor?"
Luna slowly picked herself up from the floor and drunkenly stared at the room full of occupants.
"...Why is Anna's shirt off?"
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