( Right... That makes sense. It would be silly to think she had any specific interest or care for him, after all. He hums in his thought as he nods along, seeming satisfied with the answer. His left hand pauses on the railing of the stairway, and he stares at the scarred back of it. )
I was told to never open them up again.
( How much does he really want to go into this? How much can he? With a human, especially. He takes his steps up, sighing. )
My wings, I mean. The eyes and stuff are kind of part of that, though. They're weird, and I'm afraid that people who see them are going to hate me for it.
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Date: 2022-10-07 12:52 am (UTC)I was told to never open them up again.
( How much does he really want to go into this? How much can he? With a human, especially. He takes his steps up, sighing. )
My wings, I mean. The eyes and stuff are kind of part of that, though. They're weird, and I'm afraid that people who see them are going to hate me for it.