imaginarykilling:

 

                         _{“… Have I?” There was a nervousness in his voice. If what the young male had been saying was true, Will hadn’t noticed — and he was pretty sure he would’ve rememebered looking at a guy with wings for five minutes straght. Though if he had been lost in his own imagination again, then perhaps he still was.
               “Sorry, I—” A hand went up to rub his face shortly, a small, yet frustrated sigh escaping his lips. To say he was a little confused would’ve been a massive understatement. “No, I don’t need anything.”}

             _{Sam watched the other man for a moment, detecting the confusion that caressed his face, and that dripped from his tone. 
     "It’s the wings, isn’t it,“ he stated simply. His own voice drew him out of his shell slightly, as the man seamed to pose no threat to him. Awkwardness faded as long as he didn’t think about it. 
           ”They’re real—-I promise. You aren’t crazy.“ Sam gave a gentle crooked smile, the freckles on his face lighting the honey-flecks in his eyes. "W-what’s your name?”}