Become Severed, Creations of Sin

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👃 bleeding from the nose

👊 after a brawl

🗡️ after getting stabbed

😬 trying to hide a wound

💉 vomiting/spitting blood

🏏 after they were beaten up

🛏️ waking up after theiy fainted

🐻 after being attacked my an animal

✊ after being attacked by someone

💰 after they were mugged

🔫 after being shot

🏠 after they fell down the stairs

👁️ with a black eye

🦵 with a broken leg

💪 with a broken arm

😧 after they were strangled

📵 after they were kidnapped

🔪 after they were tortured

🏃 running away from danger

🏥 in an hospital bed

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Rex hunts down Raphael, finding him in one of the hallways.

“These things are heavy.” He complains the moment he finds them and stretches out his wings a bit. “How do you deal with them?”

“Just as sensitive though, aren’t they?” Raphael hummed appreciatively as he continued to stroke his wings with one hand.

The angel seemed so pleased with himself, nothing if not fair. It had finally come time to properly pay back his husband for all the relief he’d given his sore wings.. Raphael enjoyed himself as he buried into those soft feathers, itching to pull more reactions from Rex.. Stroking slowly all the way down to his back, ghosting his hand over the softest feathers he could reach…

Rex tried to find something witty to retort but his mind was turned to mush. He could only arch into Raphael’s hands, silently asking for more. Was this how it felt every time he was petting his husband’s wings? No wonder the angel fell apart when he did. 

His knees are growing weak but he can’t find it in him to push Raphael away. Instead he steps closer and hugs him, burying his face into the angel’s shoulder.

The same one they'd first laid in together, in fact.. Maybe as much as Raphael tended to avoid implicating his fondness for Rex, he was a tad sentimental inside..

Rex hunts down Raphael, finding him in one of the hallways.

“These things are heavy.” He complains the moment he finds them and stretches out his wings a bit. “How do you deal with them?”

“Just as sensitive though, aren’t they?” Raphael hummed appreciatively as he continued to stroke his wings with one hand.

The angel seemed so pleased with himself, nothing if not fair. It had finally come time to properly pay back his husband for all the relief he’d given his sore wings.. Raphael enjoyed himself as he buried into those soft feathers, itching to pull more reactions from Rex.. Stroking slowly all the way down to his back, ghosting his hand over the softest feathers he could reach…

Rex tried to find something witty to retort but his mind was turned to mush. He could only arch into Raphael’s hands, silently asking for more. Was this how it felt every time he was petting his husband’s wings? No wonder the angel fell apart when he did.