He'd mentally prepared for wings, but seeing them...he didn't notice the tears running down his cheeks, or that he suddenly latched onto the angel. It took a moment or two to realise that he was muttering words, much less what they were.

"Free...you're free..."

Bad memories came crashing down in force, and he lost control, weeping quietly. His wings weren't attatched. His wings could be taken away. They could weigh him down easily, trap him...but Thingys didn't have that. The wings were all attatched, and the worst that could happen was that they'd get cut off and it would become human.*

Hermes' silvery aura wavered, the halo and the pagan light crossing paths and not liking each other one bit.

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