" i can't do more for you , unfortunately . "
the creature hums , it's noir hues stare like daggers into the other's .
" you remind me of my children . my creations .
but you are not made by me ... "
“ lokassss...not....hurtsssss ”
It Took her a little bit to say that . But she managed. Looking with interest.
The wing would straighten. No longer crumpled. This made it at least easier to maneuver around with. But she was still unable to unable to use it due to nerves.
there was only a hum . lucifer was fond of this little one so he stretches out his hand and runs his fingers over the wing , trying to straighten it with a little bit of magic .
" i hope it doesn't hurt anymore . "
It tilted it's head
It couldn't remember.
And even if she did, she didn't have the vocabulary to tell him.
So she let out a hum and shrugged.
Grabbing onto the unusable wing a bit. Crumpled. But it had healed like that.
taco bell was such a fun job to work at i loved the free food and the fact they catered my funeral and played a really crappy song that i only said i liked once . ironically said i liked it too