Through the crying, one idea became very, very clear: Hermes did not want the wings to go away. A long hand reached out and stroked them, and a small voice said, "No...don' go 'way..."
If the wings, if the warm feathers touching him, went away, he was sure the world would end, or Ares would find him, or something horrible. "No please..." he sobbed, clutching the angel and trying to obey because this was Mr. Fell giving instructions. He wanted very badly to obey anything Mr. Fell said to do.
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Date: 2006-06-22 10:27 am (UTC)If the wings, if the warm feathers touching him, went away, he was sure the world would end, or Ares would find him, or something horrible. "No please..." he sobbed, clutching the angel and trying to obey because this was Mr. Fell giving instructions. He wanted very badly to obey anything Mr. Fell said to do.