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2026-07-17
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I’m sorry you’re what?

Chapter 2: The ✨Sister in Law✨

Summary:

Cliff meets Brooke

Notes:

*evil laughs*

Chapter Text

I watch the door. I wait for a long time. While I wait, I guess I should shift into human form just in case Ivy has featherlesses. My back aches as I slide my wings back into it. Now that I look like a featherless, I can still sit here and WAIT. Oh my gods, this is taking forever to her to open a gods damn DOOR. I knock again, firmer and louder this time. Finally, the door opens and a featherless is there.

“Sorry bout that. Ivy couldn’t hear you,”he greets inviting me in.

“Thank you,”I reply. I stare at the familiar look of my sister. Same deep blue eyes, same hair and height.

“Ivy. How are you alive?”I ask.

“It’s a long story,”she says adding to the featherless that let me in, “thank you Allan.” The featherless mumbles something and left the room.

“You mentioned a wife in your letter,”I reply

“You want to meet her come. Fellow me.” I follow her through the halls. We stop in front of a door and Ivy knocks. The door opens and there stands the tallest building woman I’ve ever seen.

“Hey. Ive who’s that one?”the woman says

“Your sister in law. Cliff, this is my wife Hemlock. Hemlock this is Cliff,”she does the introducing for me.

“You. Got. Married?”I ask. This is too much information. The duo nods

“Going on 900 years this year,”Hemlock says. I check her out. Hemlock is nice looking, not necessarily my type(I’m straight) but I could see why Ivy liked her. Hemlock is tall, beautiful dark deep blue and bright yellow eyes that have stars in them, fairly toned, and perfect(for Ivy. I don’t like woman like that).

“You didn’t invite me,”I huff

“You were a chick then and we didn’t want chicks at our wedding,”Ivy says.

“So you want to look at my weapon collection? You can also call me Brooke. Al calls me that and we haven’t told him that we’re functionally immortal bird women,”Hemlock interjects. I nod.

“But I’m hungry. Could we get a snack?”i ask. Brooke nods and leads me back through the halls. I wait in the kitchen for a snack.

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Ty for reading this chapter