Anael nearly said something, but then didn't, and closed his eyes as he disappeared his wings. He shivered, and fought a wave of nausea, at the pain that brought inside of him, and at everything else. He picked up his t-shirt and pulled it back on, making sure it covered the mark, then only reached for his jeans.
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Date: 2017-07-16 04:12 pm (UTC)