cont. from x: @msmvrel.
As if reliving the past, like one of his old fangirls, plenty of staring in awe at the man's ivory wings, soft, natural feathers were appealing to the eye. The attention was nice, but came at an inopportune time, evident by the way Kamala didn't pay any attention to what he had just said. But she was young, he wouldn't complain.
A grin crept up; the winged mutant couldn't help but enjoy her sense of childlike wonder, something he hasn't seen in so long, it was nice. Wings spread out in the blink of an eye, creating a small gust of wind, only enough to blow away some of the leaves that surrounded him. A slight shake of the head, and he'd speak again. ❝Miss Khan. ❞ He attempted to not sound too strict, the girl didn't deserve it. Plucking a stray feather off his back, like pure ivory in shade, pristine, perfect. Held gently in his palm, the angel offered it to the young Champion. ❝If it'll help you avert your eyes, here. Now, finished being awestruck? ❞
