DS fic: Span

[exbex]

Renfield Turnbull feels utterly ridiculous, sneaking into his own apartment via the window, shirtless, and in a ski mask.  It’s a feeling that never goes away, even if the situation is borne out of necessity (he’s tired of buying new t-shirts every time his wings break through, and he can’t very well let his face be seen, even though people have a

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[sl_walker]

He so would have earth-toned wings, yeah. Something that'd have that kinda hint of burnished gold in the right kinda sunlight.

[exbex]

That is exactly what I was picturing, you crazy mind-reader you ;) I do hope you enjoyed that image of him shirtless.

[sl_walker]

Oh, yes. I actually thought of drawing him with wings like that before, just to break the 'white wing' trope a bit. And because the man looks damn fine in earthtones. XD So yes, thank you kindly!

[exbex]

Ooh, I would be willing to pay for a picture like that; it'd be absolutely dreamy.

[kalijean]

That image is really rather wonderful.

[exbex]

:D I needed something kind of comforting, and for some reason a wingfic fit the bill.

[kalijean]

<3 Is there anything I can do to help, too?

[exbex]

Just keep reading ;)

[noctuabunda]

*happysigh*
This was sooo nice.
Gonna have sweet dreams tonight, I'm sure. :)

[exbex]

Then I have surely done my job ;)

[sam_gamgee]

That was really good. :-D

[exbex]

TYK, :D

[mergatrude]

Oh, that was lovely! *immediatelycravesmoar!!!*