The deaf boy’s nonexistent voice caught in his throat, eyes locked bare on the large, magnificent wings that spilled from the stranger’s back. An instinctual step away, and Placido felt his breath gush from his lungs under pure fear. Those wings.
Placido’s tenebrous forefather bore the same appendages. Feathery stalks that stretched grandiose shadows that looked more like bat wings. Abuse. Shame. Fear. Was this a trick? A disguise?
His eyes flickered anxiously, unsure of what to do. A loss for words.
“—don’t.”
A short, nervous laugh slipped between the avian-boys’ lips as he took another step away from the other. Don’t? Don’t what?
”Sorry—-I,“ he glanced nervously around, his brows drawing together at the look the other gave him. "Did I….do something?”
Mentally, he kicked himself. Letting his social awkwardness not control his tongue was something he still needed to work on. The other, though, didn’t seam to be of any danger to the avian-boy, so he let his wings relax and his mind melded into a state of constant curiosity.
