prince-of-camelot:

iamthefirechild:

prince-of-camelot:

iamthefirechild:

prince-of-camelot:

iamthefirechild:

prince-of-camelot:

iamthefirechild:

prince-of-camelot started following you

You seem to have caught me at a bad time. Uh, hello?

I have? I’m very sorry. 

It’s just … this greyface spell … I’m not really used to it yet.

Spell? He used magic? If I may ask, what did he do to you?

She turns her back to him and spreads, slowly, a huge pair of copper-gold wings. “This.” She sighs.

Arthur’s eyes widened. There were wings on her back. “Wow.” He said blinking a few times. “I’m Arthur by the way.”

Folding the wings with some care, she turned back and held out a hand. “Summer. Good to meet you. Well. I mean.”

Arthur took her hand and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you Summer. If I may ask, where am I?”

“New York. The Big Apple.” She tipped her head to the side. “Where are you from, that you don’t know this skyline?”