Jul 10, 2019
“May I groom your wings?”
Lucifer looked up in surprise, "Really? You'd *want* to do that?"
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“May I groom your wings?”
Lucifer looked up in surprise, "Really? You'd *want* to do that?"
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wings made of gray sheets of rain, wherein you can hide your bolts of lightning until you are ready to cast them into the air and break the sky into shards
🌧️⚡⚡⚡🌧️
Don’t you ruffle your feathers at me.”
"You wanted me to stretch my wings then get me all riled up... What did you expect, Mongrel?" Lucifer replied defensively. His emotions were all over the map since her news and this was no different.
wings made of words- joined letters, made of inky darkness, soft like feathers, but sharp, on the edges. they shift, periodically, looking like blades in anger, and shimmering in the light with joy
what a cool image!!✨
wings made of old papers of discarded poetry and philosophy and other sorts of ideas and dreams
that old book smell 👌
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You'd definitely have some beautiful feathery and wooden Icarus wings!
dangerous! fortunately i avoid the sun like a vampire so i’d probably be fine 👌
Im late to the party but i got cool wings for u. i am refraining from saying u would have hot wings (it would only be because i myself lust for hot wings rn) instead they are. Wings somewhere between parchment and leather, impossibly preserved and yet somehow in decay. Tiny sharkskin serrations padding the curved "finger" that holds each wing-claw at its end, clinging with the ambiguous strength of an infant's fist, and by this means handling small objects that would appear smooth and slippery.
prehensile wing claws of indeterminate grip strength are valid 🦀