[He's stunned by the hand pinning him to the sink, but it's all for the best, really, because his knees buckle and his legs give out, so he could have fallen. The edge of the sink bit into his neck and he thinks it's going to bruise, sputtering in the water.]
Nngh...
[You nearly snapped his neck there, idiot brute— is what he'd like to say, but he really can't manage anything more than pained groans at this point.
Just now, through the fog of pain, his fever-addled brain collided with the meaning of the older boy's words.]
W-w... wa—ait...!
[There really isn't time, not for him to protest nor for the other boy to reconsider (if he ever planned on it), the mounting pain comes to a peak and with a tortured scream, the wingtips that older boy had trapped under his fingertips knifed through the boy's back, unfurling with enough force to send thick, trails of blood dashing across the back wall in twin pillars, the spray smattering the one who stood between them as well.
Feathers glued together with congealing blood, one timidly folding, the other offering him no resistance, what sprung forth from the grisly wounds were undeniably wings. He wasn't crazy after all.]
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Nngh...
[You nearly snapped his neck there, idiot brute— is what he'd like to say, but he really can't manage anything more than pained groans at this point.
Just now, through the fog of pain, his fever-addled brain collided with the meaning of the older boy's words.]
W-w... wa—ait...!
[There really isn't time, not for him to protest nor for the other boy to reconsider (if he ever planned on it), the mounting pain comes to a peak and with a tortured scream, the wingtips that older boy had trapped under his fingertips knifed through the boy's back, unfurling with enough force to send thick, trails of blood dashing across the back wall in twin pillars, the spray smattering the one who stood between them as well.
Feathers glued together with congealing blood, one timidly folding, the other offering him no resistance, what sprung forth from the grisly wounds were undeniably wings. He wasn't crazy after all.]