her hand runs along the length of his spine. cautious to touching his wings. ‘ may i ... ? ’ a brow lifts, her tail thumping against the bed, fingers carefully treading along the thin membrane. ‘ pretty please, darling azzie ? with cherries on top ? ’ @vahdas
he can feel the space around her body in his minds eye. he can sense her hesitation and the urge that she's pushing out into the air. the fact that she has hesitation at all pleases him greatly . . . but the fact of the matter is, she wants to touch his wings. the most sensitive part of his entire body. the most precious part. the tiny bumps that had erupted along his spine cease and he lets out a breath into his pillow.
allowing her to touch him without his watching eye means so much. the steel trap that is azriel has now been pried open by tiny, nimble fingers and two batting eyes with four watchful pupils. thinking of all four of them blown has him holding his breath for a second amongst the fabric of that same pillow he wants to smother himself with. they have spoken about the significance of his wings. . . but he couldn't remember if he told her truly what might happen. nothing has scared her before. . perhaps it won't now.
❛ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚. . 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. ❜