[ peter can appreciate a work of art, in all shapes and forms and as sam curls approval around his brain, he doesn't waste time. reaching out and letting fingertips skim the smooth, brushed metal of his wings, there's a little thrill of satisfaction from it, like peter's been itching since same passed on the sensation of flying to him and now he's being satisfied in minuscule amounts, just enough in a situation like this.
he tilts his head, examining the cut, the shape, the curve of each metallic pinion, a soft hum and then an impressed whistle studding his admiration, which is very much apparent between what's open of the link they share. he doesn't hesitate in stepping closer around him, first from the front, then from the side, a contact point always felt. it starts with wings, bridges a little over his shoulders - faint fingertips, bare between his shoulders, then back over the other wing until peter's gone full circle around him.
they really are impressive, and peter's seen a lot of things in his lifetime, in his universe.
the sweet little swell of pride that comes alongside them probably helps. ]
I almost regret seeing them now - now all I want is to see them in action.
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he tilts his head, examining the cut, the shape, the curve of each metallic pinion, a soft hum and then an impressed whistle studding his admiration, which is very much apparent between what's open of the link they share. he doesn't hesitate in stepping closer around him, first from the front, then from the side, a contact point always felt. it starts with wings, bridges a little over his shoulders - faint fingertips, bare between his shoulders, then back over the other wing until peter's gone full circle around him.
they really are impressive, and peter's seen a lot of things in his lifetime, in his universe.
the sweet little swell of pride that comes alongside them probably helps. ]
I almost regret seeing them now - now all I want is to see them in action.