[he was, at first, a little confused when he rose from an impromptu 'nap' of sorts in the forest to find fluffy down settled over his body and head. The soft white-grey plumes stretched almost full-length from one end of his body to the other, folded over....
Once Damon had some mastery over it, he frowned at the seemingly aesthetics-only use of it. He had no need for flight, nor did he care to test. But this was... new.
When he returned to the boarding house - thankful for his speed making him less of a spectacle than an unfortunate human's might have been - he goes to have a different drink to the hunt last night, first thing.]
And making up her being there because.. well. Just because.tinkerfaeApril 20 2012, 23:53:31 UTC
[She was at the house, idly looking over the shelves of books, finding things she either hadn't seen in far too long or new volumes that intrigued her. Hearing him come in, she turned to pass a greeting to him, about to ask how his outing had been, but the words caught in her throat as she saw what was sprouting from his back]
Wha--
[And that was the most she got out, too busy staring at the jutting wings]
lol - should do moar with her and Nick, too [yes, same mun!]acolorlesswordApril 24 2012, 13:05:13 UTC
...Catching flies is not a good look, pet. [he chuckles, running a hand through his hair slowly.] Well. Say it suits me and be done with it - I have to find a witch to be rid of them soon.
I wouldn't say no. I just thought you weren't too interested in tagging her.tinkerfaeApril 24 2012, 13:10:24 UTC
Wings, Damon? How in the Fates did you get wings? [And why were her fingers itching to touch them so much? Likely because they were so different from her own, and new... and yes, lovely]
/thought the same! - heck no - tag away >3acolorlesswordApril 24 2012, 13:13:25 UTC
[he raises a brow, stepping back as he watched her eyes change, his voice firm.] And stay as you are, thank you - I will not be some spectacle. [well.. beyond what he couldn't help right now.]
And what do yours look like? [he nods, curious for a moment. It would distract him to know, even if he were disinterested really. His mind is running through and discarding numbers, old and new, of witches. Hardly any friendly - but they owe him a favour or other at least. He can call one up on it.]
[he didn't expect that, but then.. she is quite petite. Blonde. Is it not the stereotypical Tinker Bell look? The vampire chuckles.] Except not - as I cannot see.
[The comparison was her own fault, really. She'd taken a detour through London in the early 1900's, playing in her pixie form around a handful of children.]
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Once Damon had some mastery over it, he frowned at the seemingly aesthetics-only use of it. He had no need for flight, nor did he care to test. But this was... new.
When he returned to the boarding house - thankful for his speed making him less of a spectacle than an unfortunate human's might have been - he goes to have a different drink to the hunt last night, first thing.]
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Wha--
[And that was the most she got out, too busy staring at the jutting wings]
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They do, oddly.
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Can you move them properly?
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They usually are, particularly at this size. I couldn't imagine if mine didn't... go away.
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Are they uncomfortable?
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