𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 // @whomuses
sitting on the bed, she assesses the damage. the broken feathers. the cuts and bruises and wounds. she doesn’t know where to start, if she’s honest. toying nervously with the damp cloth in her hands. chewing on the inside of her cheek. selfishly hoping that he’s too distracted by the pain to notice that she’s kind of panicking.
❝ is it okay if i clean your wings first? ❞ gwen’s voice rather small. watching his bare back and shoulders.








