Ajax doesn't say anything when Skellig's wings are revealed, can't, his words are all tangled up in his throat. Wonder, joy, and an aching WANT. Not for Skellig as such, but for wings of his own. For the freedom of the sky.
It takes willpower and several deep breathes before he can manage words. "You are magnificent, he breathes. "I would not have thought feathers and flesh could blend together with such elegance." He takes several steps, giving himself a slightly different view.
"This," he gestures to his own body, "is not a shape suited to the sky. But your body is, in ways I can not put into words."
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Date: 2025-01-04 08:04 pm (UTC)It takes willpower and several deep breathes before he can manage words. "You are magnificent, he breathes. "I would not have thought feathers and flesh could blend together with such elegance." He takes several steps, giving himself a slightly different view.
"This," he gestures to his own body, "is not a shape suited to the sky. But your body is, in ways I can not put into words."