[ He turns as she walks past him, his eyes tracing the form of her wings - they truly are magnificent, more than he could ever have imagined - and up to her face, to that smirk he's grown both fond of and frustrated by. ]
Not everyone is incapable of taking criticism.
[ The pain, in truth, is his. Without his wings his freedom is stripped from him. Without a human voice, his ability to communicate is. Once, he was happy living his life in just one form. But now...now his body is split in half, never quite content with itself. ]
couldn't resist such a great maleficent
Not everyone is incapable of taking criticism.
[ The pain, in truth, is his. Without his wings his freedom is stripped from him. Without a human voice, his ability to communicate is. Once, he was happy living his life in just one form. But now...now his body is split in half, never quite content with itself. ]