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"I'm not really sure," Ilya replied quietly. "There's definitely a chance that you'll be able to fly again, but… there's no guarantee."

@Fraust

Nathaniel nodded. "Obviously some of the muscles still work, but they'd need a lot of physical therapy or whatever to actually hold my weight again."

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"Oh, definitely. And even if everything goes perfectly you won't be able to use your wings while they heal, so we won't really be able to test them for weeks."

@Fraust

"Yeah… just throw me off a building or something and see if I fly." Nathaniel laughed a bit, clutching his ribs.

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Ilya snorted, wrapping his arm around Nathaniel's waist to steady him. "You know that's not what I meant."

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"Probably?" Ilya asked, raising an eyebrow. He pulled Nathaniel a little closer as he settled into a more comfortable positions. "I'd definitely start freaking out. Of course, you're way braver than I am."

@Fraust

Nathaniel shrugged. "If I remembered how to fly, I'd probably be okay. No guarantees, though…"

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"We'll find a nice safe place for you to practice, then. I'm not going to let you get all beat up again." Ilya pulled him closer protectively, tucking his head on top of Nathaniel's.

@Fraust

"Okay…" Nathaniel let Ilya do whatever he wanted, but he did wince a bit if the fairy held him too tight or anything.

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Ilya loosened his hold a bit, frowning when he accidentally hurt Nathaniel. "Hey, how fast does it usually take you to heal broken bones?"

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Ilya shook his head. "Not really. I just… I keep hurting your ribs and I wanted to figure out how long it would take for them to get better. Plus, I don't want to mess with your wings until your ribs are healed."

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Ilya laughed. "It's only been a few days, there's no rush. We can work on your wings after you can breathe without hurting."

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Ilya played with his hair absently. "Hey Nathaniel, can you tell me about yourself? I wanna get to know you better."

@Fraust

"Um… okay… I'm around 21, I'm 5'4, I'm an angel… well that's obvious. I got kicked out of heaven for being gay and also physically useless. I like to make weapons in my spare time and I start a lot of fights… I had an older brother named Lloyd who was seven years older, and I think my parents are alive… uh… what else…?"

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Ilya frowned. "You're not physically useless, you can still throw a punch or wield a sword. And… I was wondering about more surface-level things. Likes and dislikes and favorite colors and stuff. Of course, getting the big things out of the way is nice too. Um… what did you mean when you said you think your parents are still alive."

@Fraust

"Well, I haven't been up there for over a decade. It's not unlikely they've died. Likes and dislikes, hmm…" Nathaniel thought for a moment. "Well, mostly weapon making and fighting, but I, um… I like singing too…" He finished quietly, looking down as though embarrassed.

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Ilya smiled, petting his hair absently as he wondered what Nathaniel would sound like. "Really? I bet your voice sounds lovely. Would you sing for me sometime?"

@Fraust

"I-I could sing now, if you want… I don't think the fall impaired my voice." Nathaniel kept avoiding eye contact.

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Ilya brightened, shooting Nataniel a million-dollar smile. "I'd love that! But, um, you don't have to if you don't want to. If you find it too embarrassing, it's okay to refuse."

@Fraust

Nathaniel hesitated before beginning to softly sing a song in Latin. He seemed to be a tenor, though he could hit some of the lower notes, and his voice was very smooth. It was clear that he spent a decent amount of time singing, in addition to having a natural talent for it. The Latin words rolled off his tongue so naturally that it would come as no surprise that Latin had actually been his first language.

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(Yesssss, I love latin!)
Ilya sighed happily as Nathaniel started singing, laying back as he listened to the song. He didn't quite grasp the words, but the music was still enchanting. He found himself swaying lightly to the melody, lost in the low tenor of Nathaniel's voice.