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His wings wrapped around you, providing sanctuary — warmth... it was a loving, feathery embrace, shielding you from the world, from harm, from any of its cruelty or the truth of his own suffering.

However, those same wings of safety worked to obstruct your vision, keeping reality hidden under a lid of falsehood. a pandoras box he would not let fall into your hands. He would keep his own tainted in blood just to know yours were clean, and your mind at peace.

His aegis was anything but pure; anything but bloodless. But it was fine, if it was for your sake.

"Shh, don’t open your eyes, yes?"

Sunday warned in a sweet whisper, his faultless white wings stained with the crimson blood of your attackers.