*touches wings* 😄
He had known Anne for months now, he let her in on what kind of investigator he was and he was working when it happened, a lapse of reason and in truth gave his powers a little more upmh when he let pieces of his true form out, he had some control to it but it didn’t make it any less painful. Scars were already littered over his body but there were two near his shoulder blades that were not slightly bloody, sweat dripped down his back and brow. It just took that one simple touch and he had them tuck away. His skin would heal back up again but he crossed his arm and turned around, surprised it was here and irritated at the same time. Other emotions at bay for the moment, “What the fuck are you doing out here?” He had managed to kill the beast he was after but now - no one had seen him take on that form in decades.
