[ He repeats the word, staring at his companion. ]
As in.... on his body? Like some kind of angel?
[ That's the mental image... especially given how big and white the feathers are. But it's extremely difficult for him to accept that image as real; still, Konstantin doesn't challenge it. Not now. Not when this man just lost a friend. Instead, he stares for a moment longer and then gives a soft exhale, stooping to collect one of the feathers and hold it up in his hand, fingers pinching the quill of the thing. Thoughtfully, mouth tugged tight at the corners— ]
....If that's the case, I suppose it was fitting he lived in the church.
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[ He repeats the word, staring at his companion. ]
As in.... on his body? Like some kind of angel?
[ That's the mental image... especially given how big and white the feathers are. But it's extremely difficult for him to accept that image as real; still, Konstantin doesn't challenge it. Not now. Not when this man just lost a friend. Instead, he stares for a moment longer and then gives a soft exhale, stooping to collect one of the feathers and hold it up in his hand, fingers pinching the quill of the thing. Thoughtfully, mouth tugged tight at the corners— ]
....If that's the case, I suppose it was fitting he lived in the church.