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[h3][color=#9d36ff]The Queen is Back[/color][/h3]
[@Plank Sinatra][@FlitterFaux][@HereComesTheSnow][/center]

I felt a dream slip from my mind as the darkness of the room flooded my vision. It was something about flying, or, no, maybe I was falling?

Today’s the day.

I hardly gave my team a passing glance when I made my way to the bathroom, Luke who was rolled over facing the wall by this point, Skye who was still passed out and Jer – as usual, out. I fixed my blankets on my bed, snagged the clothes and requisite three options for underwear so I could judge them against each other and walked quietly into the bathroom.

The warm yellow tint of the bathroom lights washed over me as I sat down on a small stool in front of the mirror. 

I had stolen a T-Shirt from Jer as a fee for joining the team late, and mostly because I wanted one of his T-Shirts. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded though, I found a few copies of the old “Atlas will indoctrinate your youth” shirt and ordered one for each of us. He was incredible at making sure we didn’t wear it on the same day, but still.

I waited,

And waited,

And waited. 

But it never came. The nausea, the tears, the anger, the feeling of powerlessness. It wasn’t there.

I looked in the mirror and did not find a scared little girl in a van holding a gun. I saw… Well, me.

Bianca Nuit.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgzGwKwLmgM]The Queen of Beacon was ready to make her triumphant debut in the field of battle![/url]

I threw off my pajamas and leapt into the shower, making sure to wash my wings, which wasn’t that easy to do. The entire time I spent in the shower was lip synching into my shampoo microphone and dancing in the rain. After my song had ended and before the hot water ran out I made sure to hop out, the steam had begun to fog up the mirror already. 

After drying off I regarded the underwear I had laid out. I considered something lacy at first, but the idea was quickly discarded, much like the bra itself. I settled for a sports bra and some underwear I had bought at a hiking store a few weeks ago. My outfit – I settled for a fairly casual denim jacket, white long sleeve shirt, torn black jeans and a pair of tan boots. The jacket and white shirt torn from shoulder blade to lower back in order to give my wings enough room to breathe. 

I heard the door open, and it became clear that Jer had returned from his morning preparations I considered leaving the bathroom, but feeling a smile creep onto my lips I decided to give him a minute to relax. Sitting back onto the stool I finished up a few self-care tasks half-listening to the parts of the light conversation I could hear, only one word really making it through the door. 

[i]’Heavy’[/i].

But I wasn’t too concerned with whatever the boys were talking about. 

Walking out of the bathroom looking like a fusion of my usual self and maybe a little influence from my lovely big sister. 

[color=#9d36ff]“Luke, Jer,”[/color] I said, smiling and tilting my head to the side a little. [color=#9d36ff]“Let’s do our best today – Okay?”[/color]