Broken Wings - Open
Crowley returns to his flat, physically and mentally exhausted. It's been a tough night, and it's not about to get any easier. Maurice comes to greet him at the door; he bends down painfully and picks the kitten up, holding him close. "Hey, cat," he whispers. Maurice bats a paw at Crowley's face, then wriggles out of his grasp and darts off to lay down on the couch.
Crowley follows, slumping face-down. Carefully, he releases his wings, tensing as a wave of pain hits him. His wings are bent and twisted, the feathers sticking out at odd angles. He draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and then keys a message into his PINpoint:
Need help. Wings broken.
He sends it to everyone in his contact list, and then passes out as the pain becomes unbearable. A few feathers fall to the floor, and Maurice busies himself with batting them around the living room.
Crowley follows, slumping face-down. Carefully, he releases his wings, tensing as a wave of pain hits him. His wings are bent and twisted, the feathers sticking out at odd angles. He draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and then keys a message into his PINpoint:
Need help. Wings broken.
He sends it to everyone in his contact list, and then passes out as the pain becomes unbearable. A few feathers fall to the floor, and Maurice busies himself with batting them around the living room.