The monstrosity covering the Highblood’s chest was a blood dappled tunic, and its many colours were dry and crumbly against the angel’s hands. The Highblood’s own hands continued their gentle and unprompted excursion wingwards as the large clown tended to them, scraping oil and dander and dirt away from the sensitive things with careful and sharp nails.
Was the troll’s response. Stammered and flushed though his speech was, the tending remained tender and practised. He did not drop the weapon, nor the soldier angel either.
Something is very, very off with this scenario, but the angel can’t quite seem to pry himself away. The muscles in his vessel’s jaw clench tight as sharp nails ghost over his wings, freeing them of biological debris; the downside to giving the appendages true, physical form. What alarms him most, however, is the sheer skill with which the troll tends to him - as though this is not the first winged creature he’s groomed.
“—forgive my asking,” he grates out, forcing his eyes open, staring at the indigoblood’s flushed face. “Have you—done this before?” The blood under his own palms is dry and disgusting. He makes a mental note (past the flood of sleepy contentment that grooming seems to bring) to force the creature into some kind of bathing facility sometime soon.
The wings seem fairly dirty, something the Highblood had not expected. They were warm against his fingertips as he methodically worked them over, one problem at a time. It was peaceful, to have something like this to do. He nodded at the mammal when it spoke.
“FOR WINGS AS DIFFERENT WERE, have. LESS DUST THAN THEM AS SHITFLAPS CALL ACCUMULATES,” he offered, hands continuing as he spoke. He gave one wing base a gentle knead as he went, checking for bruising.
a student walking to the edge of the hogwarts lake and saying “hello giant squid” and the squid surfaces and says “YOU ARE THE FIRST STUDENT TO TALK TO ME IN SIXTY YEARS” so the student sits down on a rock on the shore and they talk about life
a few years later the student learns to cast a corporeal patronus and it’s a squid. obviously
i have to be honest i posted this as an apology for that george weasley post
PUNS YOURS DELIGHT.
GRAND HIGHBLOOD AM.
oh you speak in archaic syntax?
gosh its b33n so long! i hope i havent gotten rusty at decifuring it
nice to m33t you er, grand highblood
do. YOUR OWN SELF IT KNOWS? would not so have said, AS SEEMS NONE IT RECALL NOR FAVOUR.
can highblood or grand call, IF SUCH PREFER. likewise.
- ❣ - hands
- ❤ - voice
- ۵ - feet
- ❦ - lips
- ø - eyes
- ღ - nose
- ♮ - body type
- ♫ - singing voice
- ✮ - sleeping habits
- ✉ - texting habits
- ✿ - laugh
- ✍ - writing style
- ⌨ - time-wasting habits
- ❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques
- ✎ - taste in music/literature
- ☤ - self care/first aid habits
- ✪ - favourite food/eating habits
- ☁ - ideal holiday
- ✄ - nervous habits
- ☂ - sadness
- ❈ - ideal birthday
smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.