Loki hadn't seen Uriel's wings since the fight in her room when he'd tried to pull her feathers out. Fluffy, shiny, white, soft looking feathers.
He remembered well how sensitive they were, but couldn't resist. Before he'd really thought the action through he was running is fingers through them carefully and gently as he would with Hugin or Munin. They were even softer than he'd imagined.
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Date: 2006-10-28 07:29 pm (UTC)Loki hadn't seen Uriel's wings since the fight in her room when he'd tried to pull her feathers out. Fluffy, shiny, white, soft looking feathers.
He remembered well how sensitive they were, but couldn't resist. Before he'd really thought the action through he was running is fingers through them carefully and gently as he would with Hugin or Munin. They were even softer than he'd imagined.