He could feel it, the rise of her cheeks and the way her lips curve. He could feel how bright it was, how real it was, and it, accompanied by her happy tone, made him grin back in response.
Once he finished tracing the line of her nose and the edge of her jaw, he dropped his hand back to his lap, his smile finally starting to fade. It didn't fade because he was unhappy, but maybe because he was a little nervous. He hadn't shown his wings to anybody but the doctors, and that didn't really turn out what he would've considered well. After a moment, he went ahead and unzipped his jacket, abandoning it on the grass. Slowly, he pulled in a breath, rolled his shoulders, and let his wings start to expand. He didn't stretch them out all the way (he wasn't sure if he had room), but she probably got the idea; the were huge, an off-white cream color, and had he extended them fully, they would've been fourteen feet across.
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Once he finished tracing the line of her nose and the edge of her jaw, he dropped his hand back to his lap, his smile finally starting to fade. It didn't fade because he was unhappy, but maybe because he was a little nervous. He hadn't shown his wings to anybody but the doctors, and that didn't really turn out what he would've considered well. After a moment, he went ahead and unzipped his jacket, abandoning it on the grass. Slowly, he pulled in a breath, rolled his shoulders, and let his wings start to expand. He didn't stretch them out all the way (he wasn't sure if he had room), but she probably got the idea; the were huge, an off-white cream color, and had he extended them fully, they would've been fourteen feet across.