"Why?" Winter asked, his wings drooping slightly. Even in the dim light of the studio, they shimmered, prismatic colours filtering through them, leaving rainbows on the wall behind him.
"It was beautiful," he insisted. "Your power sang to mine. ...I liked it," he added with that familiar and impish grin. The one that made it had to tell if he was happy, or up to no good.
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Date: 2016-05-22 03:36 pm (UTC)"It was beautiful," he insisted. "Your power sang to mine. ...I liked it," he added with that familiar and impish grin. The one that made it had to tell if he was happy, or up to no good.