Gossamer
Summary: Roman claimed it didn’t matter, that he was fine and the whole thing had been worth it.
But occasionally Virgil would catch sight of him reaching towards his back with such a wistful look on his face-
And Virgil knew better.
Word Count: 3075
Warnings: Violence, Blood, being unable to move, Deceit, Dark Sides, Angst, Hurt no comfort
Notes: Set in @asofterfan‘s Wing AU so make sure to go check the original post out!! Huge thanks to @wisepuma23 as usual! Please don’t murder me the next MTO update will be just as bad if not worse
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Roman would proudly admit, loudly and frequently, how much he loved his wings. He could go on and on about the way they reflected light, into a rainbow like the gay he was of course. Full rainbow all the time, people had to pay attention to him when his wings caught the attention of the room. When he flew! He had the smoothest flight out of all the sides, four dragonfly wings, alternating which flapped meant he could hover without moving an inch.
However-
However, Roman hated how delicate they were. They didn’t even have the sort of joints that would let him tuck them safely up against his back, at least not without a lot of work. He had to make protection that was specifically for their shape and even then, his wings remained an obvious target along his adventures.
It was simply frustrating.
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Holy Hell this is intense
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