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It’s funny how it was not his wings that caught Wolfwood’s attention at first, but rather his eyes that turned a honeyed, deep blue. Coupled with his radiant smile, Vash’s complexion effectively split Wolfwood’s mind in two, melting away the doubt that formerly gripped him. It was like an angel had dropped from the heavens and blessed this lowly husk of a man. Never in his most profound prayer would he beg for something as divine as Vash, and yet he lay gracefully unhidden for Wolfwood’s calloused hands. His sunglasses could only shield his eyes so much from the iridescent blue irises, now streaked with concern. Before he could register the question, a battered hand snuck its way under his chin. Vash gently tilted his head up so he was forced to comply.
“Is this alright?” he whispered past raw-bitten lips.
Wolfwood had been so caught up in his own anxieties that Vash’s whipped right past him and now came the effects of his negligence.
“‘S great Spikey” Wolfwood said, his eyes glazed in awe at the sight of such beauty.
Gingerly he reached out to touch the wing closest to him and was amazed as a ripple coursed from the tip to the base of the downy appendage.
Vash chuckled breathless, a little erratic. “Tickles!”
The laugh was quite infectious and immediately had Wolfwood’s sides splitting as he giggled in tandem —helpless to the oddness of this interaction. Tears welled in his eyes as the angelic man beside him shook with overwhelming mirth. Cathartic courage took hold of his arms and without thinking he embraced the angel. Wolfwood waited as the warm skin in his hands winced with Vash’s leftover laughter. Wiping the stray tears on Vash’s scarred shoulder, Wolfwood finally examined the back of his torso. Just below his trapezius, two sturdy mounts of fluff fluttered anxiously.
“May I touch your back?” Wolfwood asked without thinking. Wolfwood suddenly felt inclined to these wings, carelessly over protective, like he would fight god’s breath on the newly blooming feathers if it would stop them from quaking as they did.
“Yes Nicholas, Why else would I show you?”
The smile returned, and coupled with wings’ attention, it felt like Wolfwood was carding through rows of heavy clouds, white fish swimming under his fingertips.
Wolfwood and Vash hummed contently together, allowing themselves this quiet moment just to simply and sweetly feel.