Few things are as pure as the wings of Angels. They're more white than the whitest clouds and more clean than freshly washed sheets hung out to dry in a cool summer breeze. With an ever-so-subtle scent of lavender and clean cotton and the softness of bunny ears. Strong and powerful, yet gentle. There's nothing quite like the wings of Angels.
A/N that was a little thing I wrote a while ago that I thought I'd share. I can probably write more little short things like that if anyone wants. Just send me a prompt and I'll do it as soon as life permits.
