[ things that glow so gently like this usually have good effects, as he’s learned in his many lives. the crystals, the soft light of certain wings, and eliza and alice’s chambers... they’re all good for him, all safe, all pure, and even if this feather is nothing more than something nice to look at, he wants to have it.
he might just be a hoarder. ]
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[ he takes the feather back gently, not noticing the way that guren’s fingers might curl away from his touch. ]
Hope. [ an explanation, as well as he can offer it. ] White light.
no subject
he might just be a hoarder. ]
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[ he takes the feather back gently, not noticing the way that guren’s fingers might curl away from his touch. ]
Hope. [ an explanation, as well as he can offer it. ] White light.