They allow it. They weren't sure what they were expecting, in truth.
Their mask feels like mask, if perhaps a little heavier than it should be. They allow their Wings to shift into what they truly are around where the tips of her fingers touch, the shadowy near-fluid of Void, though they keep tight control to avoid any clinging. Their chest has no heart that beats, but beneath the lightest coating of soft shell, the shape of the Voidheart is detectable.
Somewhere in the middle of this, the Knight is distracted and startled by a full-body shiver. Through the whole of their existence, the amount of times that's happened can be counted on a single paw.
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Date: 2023-03-11 05:02 pm (UTC)Their mask feels like mask, if perhaps a little heavier than it should be. They allow their Wings to shift into what they truly are around where the tips of her fingers touch, the shadowy near-fluid of Void, though they keep tight control to avoid any clinging. Their chest has no heart that beats, but beneath the lightest coating of soft shell, the shape of the Voidheart is detectable.
Somewhere in the middle of this, the Knight is distracted and startled by a full-body shiver. Through the whole of their existence, the amount of times that's happened can be counted on a single paw.