Raphael wordlessly ran the soft washcloth over bloody skin, carefully cleaning off the dirt and grime and crusted blood. Moving around his shoulder he stopped abruptly when he realized he was coming too close to the wings.
"I promise not to touch your wings, but would you mind if I cleaned your back? Where the skin between them is?"
He felt his chest clench. Raphael had tried to hack off his wing but Gabriel's looked as if he had managed to nearly yank out all the beautiful feathers. The pink skin was raw and dotted with blood clots that he ached to touch and heal in the only way he could.
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Date: Friday, 2 July 2010 15:27 (UTC)"I promise not to touch your wings, but would you mind if I cleaned your back? Where the skin between them is?"
He felt his chest clench. Raphael had tried to hack off his wing but Gabriel's looked as if he had managed to nearly yank out all the beautiful feathers. The pink skin was raw and dotted with blood clots that he ached to touch and heal in the only way he could.