First real writing post!(THIS IS WRITTEN AT ONE IN THE MORNING! constructive criticism is much appreciated!♡)
Party People
Wumpee trembled under the harsh lights. Music played around them, it would have been a plesent tune if it weren't for the fact that it was ten times too loud. With how bad their head was pounding Wumpee could barely process the hands that seemed to constantly poke and prod at them groping and grabbing wherever they could reach.
Wumpee had been chained up in the center of this terrible ball for three days straight having only dranken a few nauseating glasses of champagne and a little bit of brownie that someone let them take a bite of. Arms hung above their head. It was getting harder stay standing as they drifted in and out of consciousness but it hurt too much to go limp.
Just a few more hours, you can be their little show piece for just a few more hours. Wumpee told themselves as if they had any real choice in the matter. Their arms and hands were painful numb but they were barely aware enough to recognize it. They couldn't even feel the people tracing their scars, pulling their hair or taking feathers from their wings which Wumpee was sure were now incapable of flight as the hung uselessly off his back.
People danced around dressed in diamonds and pearls, their extravagant dresses and suit made the bare figure on display stand out starkly. The joyous music played as people spun in dizzying circles around the so called "angel".
Just a few more...
Wumpee didn't realize they was unchained until the next morning when they woke up on the ballroom floor, sun shining through, head pounding, all alone.
(Again wrote this at one in the morning with probably revise)