prompt #19
Although it was the demon's lap the angel was sat on, the demon's shoulders their hands holding, the world swam.
Even the demon, strong as they were, couldn't keep their world steady.
"How many more hours—" the angel cut off with a cry, as their wings grew back again, white-hot pain sweeping down their body in tidal waves. It wasn't right. They couldn't finish speaking the last word.
The demon hushed them, gently. They whispered an incantation against their skin to numb the pain, so slowly it was almost a hum, so close it was nearly a kiss. "Do you have to ask?"
No. Of course not. They both knew how much the angel hated time.
"Lie down, angel," the demon whispered, brushing sweat-matted hair out of the angel's face, "your resting period will begin soon."
It was the closest thing to endearment the demon could say, so the angel would not fall again.
