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☆ pax, the tiny ☆ ([personal profile] entreri) wrote in [community profile] calimport2017-05-04 08:14 pm



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[personal profile] thieving 2017-07-31 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ juno's voice is quick to snap like his fingers and peter is caught off guard a moment as the feather is flung away and leaves the two of them standing toe to toe, so close that peter could sing. that he wants to sing.


peter hums thoughtfully and peels back. ]

Aria is...

[ peter sweeps past juno without preamble now, each step gliding and long. he strides towards the couch that juno had jerked his finger towards and trails a touch over the arm of it. his wings fan slowly as he moves, brilliant and blue black, shining in the low light. he looks over his shoulder with a less than subtle nod upwards as he starts to gather the material of his shirt up and up and around in all the little complex ways their clothing accommodates such large fixtures in their lives. it slithers to the floor and he plucks it up, tossing it to the side just a bit more. ]

Well he's a rather simple one, detective. He's classically trained, a little new to this whole underworld business but endearing enough to worm his way in. Clingy thing, but they like that, thinking they can manipulate someone so eager to learn. They're not afraid of something so shiny.

[ his tail feathers flick just slightly up as he takes a seat on the arm of the couch, clutching the material delicately with his claws and settling in, pulling long feathers from beneath him and fanning them out with a little shiver. the idea that they aren't completely through just yet makes peter's entire body quiver a bit, the only tell being the slight lift of some of the smaller feathers lining the crown of his hair, the sides of his scalp. he quells them just as quickly as they rise, exchanging the reaction for a far more tamed and relaxed look.

juno stands ever ruffled and peter's fingers already ache for him, twitch to bury his claws in his feathers, to comb and pull softly and nip each old pinion out with his teeth softly. he gestures with a motion of his hand, curling towards himself. in a smooth motion, peter's wings situate themselves out of the way and his tail lifts sweetly, curls up and stretches and for a moment before going lax completely. truth be told, it's been a while since peter has let anyone this close to his feathers. the dye stays put, usually, but he seldom likes to risk it. but with juno, juno who knows: his name, the most important belonging he is in possession of these days.

the least he can do is let him have this.

the least he can do is return the favor, and he offers his hand outstretched, but in those outstretched fingers: a set of russet-colored feathers, a bit dull and speckled, split, plucked, but in peter's eyes, still rather lovely. when or how he managed to do it is a well-kept secret, one worn on the tinted curve of his lips, still stained from the color from earlier in the day. ]

Finish what you've started, detective. There's nothing but good things in it for you once you're done, I assure you. You're looking like you could use a bit of TLC... [ he settles in, taking the old feathers from juno's wing, and tucking them behind his ear coyly. ] and we've got the rest of the evening.
Edited (omg ffs) 2017-07-31 00:23 (UTC)