[Locked to Bianca]

[comedownthisroad]

Um.

Yeah.

Can you give me a moment to be fifteen?




!!!!!!!!

I'm turning 16. In like. A week. A week and two days.

Fucking fucking hell, I'm scared to death. I shouldn't be, I've been waiting for this my whole fucking LIFE, but...

That and I'm psyched SO MUCH. I mean. Just. SIXTEEN! I'll get my wings! hopefully


And I can get a driver's license. =D

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[asoultosave.livejournal.com]

Oh hell, it may have been a century since I got my wings, but I remember being scared to death myself. But I grew up with seven brothers who insisted on describing every agonizing detail of the process of getting your wings, so that didn't help much.

You planning on having a party to celebrate? Maybe the night before, since, you know, hard to celebrate when your wings are coming in.

[comedownthisroad]

I am lucky in that sense. I've got cousins and stuff, but the youngest of THEM is in their 50's. And they've described it, just... only enough to PREPARE me, y'know?

And... I really wasn't. I mean, it's not like I know anybody here. Not really. I mean, Romana, but I don't want to take her away from anything important. She'll be busy with me most of the 10th anyway, so...

[asoultosave.livejournal.com]

Brothers? Are creatures of evil. And we weren't all that far apart in age, because my parents are semi-retired and have nothing better to do than create an army of angels. Or something like that anyway. I've given up trying to understand my family.

Pssh. You only turn sixteen once. At best, I'd be more than happy to treat you to dinner. Have you had Dinah's cooking yet? That little angel makes a mean Italian dish.

[comedownthisroad]

I don't... think so? I mean, unless she makes the food in the cafeteria.

You don't have to. I mean, we don't really do birthday parties back home. Get a present or two, then it's a normal day.