Winggrooming قصص

He wants to erase any fear and anxiety inside Jimmy, he wants to erase the frost that has threatened himself for far too long, longer than Tango even realises sometimes. He wants to pencil them together, connect them with as many red noodles as it takes, tie the soul bond between them tighter, keep them closer together, until there is no space, no room for fear, frost, doubt. Just them, together. Is that what love is? {In which a moment is shared, a realisation is made, and Tango knows, truly knows love-all with Jimmy's help.}

Tommy's wings fluff up as Wilbur brushes his hand over, and he hisses at the ache it causes. Wilbur's touch was like a bucket of ice to Tommy's burning skin. Each stroke is slow and gentle, erasing the knots of tension that had settled in his wings for so long. If Tommy had known Wilbur would be so gentle, he would've never waited so long to ask him. The pain in his wings slowly begins to ease as Wilbur's fingers dance around, smoothing out ruffled feathers. Wilbur's touch is so comforting, a gentle weight on his wings easing the aches and dull throbs. Tommy felt as if nothing else existed, as if it were only them in this moment. Tommy could hear Wilbur's gentle hum as he worked the knots and tangles within his wings, a low sound that vibrated Wilbur's chest and made his heart soar. Wilbur runs his hand through Tommy's flight feathers, taking extra care with the area. His fingers gently brush over each feather, swiping away bits of dirt and smoothing out broken feathers. The troubled expression on Tommy's face settles, and his eyes flutter closed as he melts into the feeling of being taken care of and loved. - Wilbur preens Tommy's wings.