( he readjusts himself, moving closer so he can reach his wing even laying down as he does. sure, he might be in his personal space, but - well, so what? D wanted to touch, so he has to get close. besides, aspen is very light. he swipes his hair over his shoulder so the curled ends of his braid isn't bothering him, letting his wing drape over the bale of hay and part of D. to the touch, his feathers are soft and warm, elegant from how wide and delicately built the feathers are. they taper off into softer down and tinier feathers that make up the bulk of his topmost feathers, all clumped together like a sheet of plush velvet.
on the backs of his wings, there are lines of iridescent feathers that glint in the moonlight, like mother-of-pearl or soap bubbles. )
This is my good wing, so you're free to touch. Have you seen birds up close?
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on the backs of his wings, there are lines of iridescent feathers that glint in the moonlight, like mother-of-pearl or soap bubbles. )
This is my good wing, so you're free to touch. Have you seen birds up close?