The longer Murphy continued to straighten out and smooth the feathers on each wing, the more William slowly relaxed. He had to admit, it was soothing, not that he’d willingly say that aloud given just how much he always hid his wings away. William just about jumped out of his skin when the other touched his back, surprise fading quickly when Murphy circled around from behind his back.
He tried not to laugh at the sudden tensing and twitching of muscles as his fingers pressed to the expanse, but the corners of his lips were upturned as he circled around to face the man who looked so similar to him. Fuckin’ crazy, but with all that has been happening as of late he really couldn’t bring himself to be surprised. He didn’t know what questions would be safe to ask regarding the wings, so he filed them away for another time. “Ye can put ‘em away if yer uncomfortable.”
William bit back the ‘Thank God’ when Murphy said he could stop being put on display, the wings vanishing from sight just as quickly as they’d appeared. His shoulders visibly relaxed when they were gone, showing just how uncomfortable they made him in the first place. He shifted his weight idly, watching Murphy just as intently as the other was watching him, it was a little weird (though it didn’t even make the list of weird shit to happen within the past six months) to be staring back at his own face as it were.
The dipping of shoulders didn’t go unnoticed, and he pursed his lips a bit to quell the urge for questions he really shouldn’t be asking so early in their friendship. He busied himself with tugging out his cigarettes, plucking two from the pack and tucking one between his lips, the other behind his ear, before tossing the pack to his doppelganger. “I know ye don’ wanna hear it, but I like ‘em. ‘s all I’ll say on th’ matter though.”
William caught the pack and pulled one out for himself before tossing it back to the other, a slight smile on his lips. “‘D give ya’ ‘em if I coul’” he spoke, digging out his own lighter. He was thankful Murphy didn’t start bombarding him with questions, though he had a feeling that the questions would return, and he’d have to face the proverbial music. Flicking the zippo to life, William lit up the cigarette and taking a slow drag, the nicotine doing wonders for his quickly fraying nerves.
“Why does that not surprise me?” He caught the pack, re-pocketing it, then stepped in close and pressed the tip of his cigarette to the lit end of the others. It was something to distract William from his thoughts that were without a doubt inflicted because Murphy had insisted on sating his curiosity. But, he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t take the opportunity.
The longer Murphy continued to straighten out and smooth the feathers on each wing, the more William slowly relaxed. He had to admit, it was soothing, not that he’d willingly say that aloud given just how much he always hid his wings away. William just about jumped out of his skin when the other touched his back, surprise fading quickly when Murphy circled around from behind his back.
He tried not to laugh at the sudden tensing and twitching of muscles as his fingers pressed to the expanse, but the corners of his lips were upturned as he circled around to face the man who looked so similar to him. Fuckin’ crazy, but with all that has been happening as of late he really couldn’t bring himself to be surprised. He didn’t know what questions would be safe to ask regarding the wings, so he filed them away for another time. “Ye can put ‘em away if yer uncomfortable.”
William bit back the ‘Thank God’ when Murphy said he could stop being put on display, the wings vanishing from sight just as quickly as they’d appeared. His shoulders visibly relaxed when they were gone, showing just how uncomfortable they made him in the first place. He shifted his weight idly, watching Murphy just as intently as the other was watching him, it was a little weird (though it didn’t even make the list of weird shit to happen within the past six months) to be staring back at his own face as it were.
The dipping of shoulders didn’t go unnoticed, and he pursed his lips a bit to quell the urge for questions he really shouldn’t be asking so early in their friendship. He busied himself with tugging out his cigarettes, plucking two from the pack and tucking one between his lips, the other behind his ear, before tossing the pack to his doppelganger. “I know ye don’ wanna hear it, but I like ‘em. ‘s all I’ll say on th’ matter though.”
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The longer Murphy continued to straighten out and smooth the feathers on each wing, the more William slowly relaxed. He had to admit, it was soothing, not that he’d willingly say that aloud given just how much he always hid his wings away. William just about jumped out of his skin when the other touched his back, surprise fading quickly when Murphy circled around from behind his back.
He tried not to laugh at the sudden tensing and twitching of muscles as his fingers pressed to the expanse, but the corners of his lips were upturned as he circled around to face the man who looked so similar to him. Fuckin’ crazy, but with all that has been happening as of late he really couldn’t bring himself to be surprised. He didn’t know what questions would be safe to ask regarding the wings, so he filed them away for another time. “Ye can put ‘em away if yer uncomfortable.”
irishroulette asked: "Murphy, you got any smokes on yah?"
“Aye.” He fished through his coat, tugging the half-empty back from his pocket and flicking the lid to the carton open. “Take as many as ye want.”
havocandponcy asked: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT AND WHY DO THEY HAVE OBBIE.
“I don’no’, but I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em if they hurt her.”
quicktriggerxrourke replied to your post: You’ll just have to figure that out, pet, bye now.
…What happened to Obbie? Anything I can do to help? -frowns-
“I’ve no idea yet, but I’ll keep tha’ offer in mind Shane. This shit could get messy.”
“Murphy you seem unsettled. Do you require my assistance?”“Somethin’s got Obbie. I don’no’ th’ details yet.”
“Then approach her with caution. I’ll leave her in your hands unless you ask other wise. We still aren’t on the best of terms.”
“I’ll call fer y’ if I need y’, Loki. Thanks fer offerin’…I mean that.”
Murphy didn’t ask—didn’t need to in the others current state—he just circled around the Angel, sating his curiosity by smoothing his hands along the damaged and mussed wings.His wings flinched on a reflex at the touch, feathers fluttering to the ground from the action as William stood perfectly still. He still wasn’t even used to having wings in the first place, and having someone else touching them just added to the involuntary jerks away.
He shushed the other, fingertips tracing over scars and feathers alike, smoothing wayward feathers down gently. They weren’t well taken care of, but somehow he wasn’t all that surprised. The Southerner had other things on his mind. “Had ‘em long?”
There was still the rare involuntary twitch and flinch as the other continued to sooth down stray feathers and traced out the scars. He had his reasons for keeping the wings hidden, the most prominent being that he didn’t want them to begin with, the other being that each and every scar was caused by himself in a vain attempt to try and cut them off. Clearly not something that had gone well. “Naw, jus’a few months.”
Each wing was given equal admiration and attention until they were relatively groomed. He couldn’t help it, ever since finding out angels were real he was fascinated by the idea and had to see and feel for himself. He touched gingerly at the flesh beside the protrusions, then circled back around to study the others face.