Adrien Grey
Adri sits awkwardly. Gaming chairs aren’t meant for wings. They weren’t about to ask to move to the bed though, not when Fareeda’s this pissed. She paces back and forth. every once in a while the Brit tries to say something but jumbles over her words.
“Fareeda, you’re not Englishing very well” Adrien speaks up.
“No shit!” Fareeda grips Adri’s shoulders “My partner disappears for weeks, and when she comes back, she has goddam dragon wings and isn’t even Asgardian anymore! What the fuck am I supposed to think!”
Adrien stands and wraps their arms around Fareeda. The taller girl breaks down crying. Adrien shushes her and whispers apologies. Fareeda reaches out and gently touches Adri’s wings.
“I can’t tell if they’re scales or skin” Fareeda mutters.
“Truthfully they’re neither,” Adrien explains “When I became, well when I became whatever this is, my old body deteriorated. I formed this out of a 6th dimensional clay”
“I’m sure you did” Fareeda pats Adri’s head “Adrien Grey Hoderson, you are the weirdest woman-adjacent creature I’ve met”
“Perhaps that’s why I’ve been given this power” Adrien kisses Fareeda’s shoulder “Only those who are different from the norm know how to keep both sides fair.”
“Weirdo” the taller woman mutters.
“I’m back now. I’m not leaving you” Adrien traces along the arc reactor embedded in Fareeda’s chest “Never again.”
Dorian Luna
“So the Justice League don’t exist where you’re from?” Donna runs her hand over her friend’s dragonfly-like wings.
“No, they’re fictional. You gotta understand why I’m so cynical towards them” Dorian sighs.
“Dorian Luna, the heroes here are nothing like ones from the last reality you were in” Donna squeezes Dorian’s shoulders.
Dorian inhales. Its mind floods with memories of the first reality it fell into. The horrible things the so-called superheroes did jaded it. Its hand went to scratch the black streaks under its eyes.
“They’re scars” Dorian mutters. Donna’s face morphs into confusion, Dorian points at the streaks “one of the heroes there, his name was Homelander. At first he reminded me a lot of Superman. But I did something wrong. I still don’t know what, and he burned my skin. When I built my vessel, I kept them to remind myself of who’s on whose side. They are monsters”
Donna’s skin begins to change, changing from the dark tone to a bright, sparkly pink. The platinum locks gain a sparkling iridescence. Brown eyes shift to a glittering nebula of gold. What shocks Dorian the most are the multitude of golden, shimmering wings.
“Then am I a monster too, Luna Dorian?” Donna asks.
“I think you’re Tinkerbell” Dorian picks up a strand of Donna’s hair “Sabrina Carpenter wishes”
“Hush!” Donna laughs “We’re having a serious conversation!”
“We’re not capable of such a thing”
Kahlida Rose
“So, you’re Wanda’s son then?” Kahlida Rose plops down next to Billy.
“I don’t want to talk” Billy mumbles “How did you escape the mud?”
“I teleported. Walk with me.” Kahlida stands and begins to walk. Billy follows soon after.
“You know, the road can’t give me anything I can’t get for myself” Kahlida takes off their jacket and hands it to Billy “Hold this, will you?”
Billy nearly drops the garment in shock. He stares at the wings sprouted from Kahlida’s back. Kahlida chuckles, feeling the boy’s eyes on his butterfly-like wings. They flutter the bright green appendages, lifting a few inches off the ground. They laugh as the wings glow slightly, lighting up the road.
“I only came for fun, really, a bitch like me can get whatever they want whenever she wants it”
“Why are you telling me this?” Billy shoves the jacket back at Kahlida. They laugh and ruffle Billy’s hair.
“Because you and I are very similar, dear boy” Kahlida summons a fruity-looking drink out of thin air “Both of us were taken from our old lives in one way or another. You merged or took over the little Kaplan boy, I died fighting my father to save my old world. We were both thrown into bodies that aren’t our own, the only difference is I got to build mine myself.
Billy starts to protest. His eyes and hands glow vibrant blue. He gets in Kahlida’s face in a vain attempt to seem intimidating. Kahlida presses a finger to Billy’s lips.
“Let me guess, you look in the mirror expecting to see your old body and feel like shit when you don’t?” They ask. Billy nods.
“Kid, this power of yours isn’t a blessing or a curse. It’s you. And it’s up to you what to make of it.” Kahlida rests their hands on Billy’s shoulders “You are not good or evil, you’re a fucking emo badass”
“Shut up” Billy mutters. Kahlida offers a hug. Billy grumbles but accepts.
Felix Doe
Felix Doe. He isn’t even sure if that’s his name. He doesn’t even know if he’s considered alive. All he knows is that floating through what can only be described as space between realities reminds him of a certain musical he just watched. Next he’d be seeing a girl with a doll’s head or a roller coaster. The thought amuses Felix. His form shifts, he’s not sure what he’s even supposed to look like. So, he continues to drift. Eventually, Felix comes upon what he expects the least. A tree.
Felix’s feet touch the ground. He didn’t realize he had feet. Hell, Felix didn’t remember the last time he’d felt ground. He runs his hands along the branches of the tree. They’re made out of the same thing as him, at least partially. Something about them brings Felix a sense of comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Who’s there?” the voice brings another comfort that makes Felix only want to be closer.
“I don’t know” He whispers “I haven’t in a long time”
“Come where I can see you” The voice orders.
Felix moves closer. He sees a man with eyes older than the rest of him looks, much like Felix. And he knew him. He knew those horns, those striking green eyes, that confused expression. He knew what it was to be held in those arms that now felt the multiverse together.
“I cannot see you” The voice says “I know you’re there in front of me but I cannot see you”
Most of all, Felix knew himself.
“Loki” Felix shifts one last time, spreading large, feathery, wings behind him. Midnight black feathers shimmered with rainbow iridescence.
“It’s you” Loki stands. He places his hands on the sides of Felix’s face.
“It’s me”