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[stopmovingthefurniture]

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.

[againsttheworld]

She remained silent for the time being, let him finish up his exploration of her face and skin - and thus, of her mutation and how it made itself known. Her own smile faded slowly away, settling back into something a little more normal and demure. His nerves didn't go unnoticed; she was very good at noticing things about others, not least of all because she could turn herself into them at the drop of a hat.

And so she noticed the way he steeled himself as he began to let his wings out. It gave her plenty of time to scoot out of the way, making sure that he had a little bit of room to show them off. Though she very much doubted 'show them off' was the right phrase, given how nervous he seemed. It was close, at least.

"Wow," Raven breathed quietly, leaning forward a little as she reached out, almost to touch. She caught herself, looking at him first. "Can I touch them?"