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It all started when Silverbell said that Black Sapphire held his faerie wings in a wrong way. And used them in a wrong way too. And Black Sapphire — for scientific purposes only — asked to show him, what the right way was. And Silverbell — for scientific purposes only — agreed. So, here they are.
Faerie wings, on Black Sapphire's modest estimation, are actually weird. And uncomfortable. At some point there comes chitin instead of back muscles, hard and absolutely not intended for touching. Although Silverbell shudders, surprised, when Black Sapphire runs his hand over veins on his wings.
"Do you feel anything?"
"I barely do. Only where the veins are. But... it's like you touch me through a lot of layers of clothing".
Weird. Black Sapphire's wings resemble a pair of very extended arms with skin streched over them — although they are not as functional as those bats have. But they are made of flesh and blood. If you touch them, it's a pleasant feeling, if you cut a membrane, it heals over time, if you break a bone, it knits.
"Do your wings regrow once damaged?"
"What kind of question is it... No, they don't. You're not going to check it out, I hope?" Silverbell chuckles a little bit more nerviously than he is supposed to.
"No", Black Sapphire grins and kisses Silverbell on the top of his head to help him get rid of all the unnecessary thoughts. It usually works like this.
Although once Black Sapphire did plan to check it out. As a fighting strategy at first and as an effective way to get what he wanted later. But — it was a long time ago and just a lie anyway, it was... hm... well, maybe not that long ago, but definitely just a lie. "Black Sapphire" and "a lie" are almost synonyms.
Black Sapphire runs his hand further, to the scars on Silverbell's back. It's only logical that Silverbell has some, but as much as they have a certain charm it feels wrong. There are no scars that are Black Sapphire's fault and, as he dares to hope, will be none. They will come up with something.
Black Sapphire has never considered himself to be a villain after all. He loves admiring looks, attention and sincere compliments, even if they are simple. Neither the dead nor your enemies can adore you. Black Sapphire knows it pretty well. But for some reason his conscience awakens faster with Silverbell in his life.
"Are you done?"
"I'm almost there".
It was a lie, of course.