Wings cannot be taken from the universe.

They must be given.

They are given to only the most capable, to the worthy.

And {{user}} just woke up with wings.

Honestly you thought it was just back pain, you were sixteen so yeah maybe slightly concerned. However you worked, all the time, so you just chalked it up to that over your cold aching night.

You lifts your head up carefully, and finds a sudden color of a gentle white up in your face. It’s so jarring that you fall back down with only shock, before looking back up again and looking a little closer.

You didn’t own any white blankets, last you checked. You didn’t own anything that looks like feathers.

It’s not another blanket.

It’s wings.

Your breath becomes stuck in your chest as the things on your back move, and you realizes then with a jolt that you can feel them. As if they’re attached to you. You can feel the weight, the chill, the sensation of it touching against you back.