( This is all he wanted — just a demonstration of competency, to absolve himself of any potential guilt. Truth is, he's almost completely out of bandwidth for more guilt to heap onto his own plate. Whatever he can do as a precautionary measure, he will.
And so, satisfied, he banishes his angel blade and his wings back to the ether where they belong. Before Nico is just a very normal-looking, very tired-looking, man.
Who sighs in deep and utter fatigue when a teenager teenagers him about his own damn sword. )
My boyfriend. An angel.
( He answers, voice flat and ever so faintly annoyed — and he holds his hand out, with a little finger-wiggle gimme motion. )
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And so, satisfied, he banishes his angel blade and his wings back to the ether where they belong. Before Nico is just a very normal-looking, very tired-looking, man.
Who sighs in deep and utter fatigue when a teenager teenagers him about his own damn sword. )
My boyfriend. An angel.
( He answers, voice flat and ever so faintly annoyed — and he holds his hand out, with a little finger-wiggle gimme motion. )