[ sam offers and peter slowly winds forward, pitching a little at the sudden feel of height and the push away from gravity that he's only ever felt upon first lift from a planet before you settle in for the rest of the ride. this is a continually lifting sensation, the kind that gets your heart racing just a little more wildly as you realize you are in the air and in no danger of actually plummeting to your death. there's a brilliant spark of thrill that works its way up peter's spine, spreads flush, the sheer concept of witnessing it a rush before the feeling tapers off to a much quieter view of just what sam's wings actually are.
he almost wishes he could truly run his fingers over them instead of just trail his mind over the sight of it all. he's always been far more tactile, taking things in by touch rather than with just his eyes. he wants to touch between the divots of metallic feathers, where the gaps, lay, smooth over the top to see if they're really as brushed as they look.
the person they're attached too isn't too bad either. ]
Not a bird, astonishing. Much better, in any case... and quite impressive all the same.
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he almost wishes he could truly run his fingers over them instead of just trail his mind over the sight of it all. he's always been far more tactile, taking things in by touch rather than with just his eyes. he wants to touch between the divots of metallic feathers, where the gaps, lay, smooth over the top to see if they're really as brushed as they look.
the person they're attached too isn't too bad either. ]
Not a bird, astonishing. Much better, in any case... and quite impressive all the same.