( thoughtful mm, weighing the relativity of what "recent" means. then again, thoughtful because the memory of his wings, torn from his back, is also the memory of the last time god ever touched him. bliss by way of pain — not a happy memory, but not wholly unpleasant, either. god's attention used to be like medicine. )
They don't heal. ( he tosses a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to them, and flashes pierce a grin. ) God's loving hand, and all that. What a prick, right?
( a considering expression crosses his face, before he looks back at the shirt in pierce's hands, turning to face him. ) You shouldn't lick that. It'll be like, uh ... ( his finger taps the air, looking for the word ) uh, battery? Is that it? You'll go a little silly.
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( thoughtful mm, weighing the relativity of what "recent" means. then again, thoughtful because the memory of his wings, torn from his back, is also the memory of the last time god ever touched him. bliss by way of pain — not a happy memory, but not wholly unpleasant, either. god's attention used to be like medicine. )
They don't heal. ( he tosses a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to them, and flashes pierce a grin. ) God's loving hand, and all that. What a prick, right?
( a considering expression crosses his face, before he looks back at the shirt in pierce's hands, turning to face him. ) You shouldn't lick that. It'll be like, uh ... ( his finger taps the air, looking for the word ) uh, battery? Is that it? You'll go a little silly.