[ That's better. That's so much better, both her hands fanning out over the ridges of his shoulder blades with the same curious delight she'd had touching his wings.
His heartbeat is loud in her ears, strong and familiar. She could lose an hour to that sound, picking out the shifts since the last time they'd sat together (slept together, even, her head curled light on his shoulder), but right now . . . isn't the time for that.
The sounds she's looking for are higher, lighter. She traces his muscles, following the similar and familiar, humming curiously as she feels things that are neither. Small muscles, new tendons . . . could he support larger wings? Maybe. What would it feel like then . . . ]
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His heartbeat is loud in her ears, strong and familiar. She could lose an hour to that sound, picking out the shifts since the last time they'd sat together (slept together, even, her head curled light on his shoulder), but right now . . . isn't the time for that.
The sounds she's looking for are higher, lighter. She traces his muscles, following the similar and familiar, humming curiously as she feels things that are neither. Small muscles, new tendons . . . could he support larger wings? Maybe. What would it feel like then . . . ]
Are they connected to your magic?