Mentally he is kicking himself, realizing he has only added to her pain. He had always failed miserable at hiding his thoughts, his expressions an open book. Who was he to judge her? While parts of her were very (very) different and took some getting use to, there was still a beauty about her. Seeing the pink sinew of her insides would take some getting use to but the sheerness of her skin was lovely. And the glass bones that pull through the torn skin of her wings, the sparkle of them was pretty cool. She was the closest thing to an angel he had ever seen, an angel that had been pulled apart and thrown back together messily. But an angel none the less.
The corners of his mouth tighten as she takes slow step after slow step away from him, her wings wrapping around her as a shield. To protect herself from him. It made his throat constrict with anxiety, so uncomfortable that he had made someone feel so badly. ”Please.” He asks softly, angst in his voice. ”Please stay.” Hesitation as he searches her face, trying to make eye contact. ”I’m sorry.” A flash of an encouraging smile that drops quickly with his panic that she would go. ”I would very much like you to stay.” He finishes quietly, his body drooping slightly in defeat that he had pushed her too far with his lack of manners.
The silence spreads and now he too looks to the ground, a hoof striking the earth repeatedly in his shame. Throwing a glance at her now and then. ”I like your wings.” His voice gravelly but soft, throwing his gaze back down to the small hole that was deepening beneath his striking hoof. A hole filled with anxiety.
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