[he wants some type of warmth that won't come from kaveh's blood.
it's just that-- well, the rest of what he wants right now is kaveh's blood.
he curls into them both, all of them entangled in each other like one creature made up of three, surrounded with warmth and touch. comfortable. comforted. this time, he's gentler with kaveh's wings when he reaches for one, fingers stroking over the feathers.]
And I don't know. Why can you fly?
[what he means is 'hell if i know', but he also thinks once again-- the wings really do suit him, in multiple ways. maybe kaveh should fly.]
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[he wants some type of warmth that won't come from kaveh's blood.
it's just that-- well, the rest of what he wants right now is kaveh's blood.
he curls into them both, all of them entangled in each other like one creature made up of three, surrounded with warmth and touch. comfortable. comforted. this time, he's gentler with kaveh's wings when he reaches for one, fingers stroking over the feathers.]
And I don't know. Why can you fly?
[what he means is 'hell if i know', but he also thinks once again-- the wings really do suit him, in multiple ways. maybe kaveh should fly.]