forum A magical rp (closed)

Started July 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Alright, if you're sure… hope you're prepared for a challenge." Nathaniel finished his bagel and decided to eat another one, but a plain one this time.

"I'm always prepared for a challenge!" Ilya assured him, finishing his fish with a contented smile. "It's what keeps me going, to be honest. Life's so boring if you don't fill it up, y'know?"

Nathaniel nodded. "I know the nerves in my wings still work, of course. They're really sensitive to touch. Pretty much sends chills down my spine every time they're touched." Shit, I probably shouldn't have told him that…

Ilya raised his eyebrows at the information, walking over to where Nathaniel was sitting for a better look at his wings. "I'll try to be careful then." His voice got soft and apologetic. "It's probably going to hurt if they still have sensation. I'm sorry for that."

"Well, the whole touch thing isn't necessarily bad… what're you planning on doing, anyway?" Nathaniel turned his head to look at Ilya.

"Well right now I'm going to see what healed the wrong way," He answered, reaching out to touch a wing but stopping himself. "Can I move them? This won't take as long if I can maneuver them around. But anyway, after this I'm going to figure out what birds have wings similar to yours and try to match the bone structure."

"Yeah, go ahead…" Nathaniel shivered a bit when Ilya started touching his wings, but he kept quiet. His blush slowly returned to his cheeks. Honestly, if his wings were pet, it felt really good.

"Thank you." Ilya ran his hands over the feathers thoughtfully before he got to work. "You really did a number on yourself," he murmured, smoothing a hand over a bone that had snapped in half and healed that way. "This is going to hurt like a bitch when I reset it."

"Mhmm…" Nathaniel kept his head turned down to hide his blush, shivering whenever Ilya ran his hand along his wing. "What will you have to do to fix them?"

Ilya frowned, tracing his hand through Nathaniel's feathers. "I'll have to break the bones here… here… here… and here." He tapped a different bone with every 'here' before sliding to the next. "Probably more because I don't know what your wings are supposed to look like. And that's only on one wing."

Nathaniel whimpered quietly, crossing his ankles again. "Can… is there a way for me to be unconscious during that process…?" He asked weakly, not sure what answer he'd get.

Ilya petted his wing soothingly. "Of course! I wouldn't force you to go through that." He pursed his lips, trying to figure out where he could get a sleeping potion. "We might have to brew one, the witch I used to take them from moved and I can't find her anymore."

Nathaniel blushed more when Ilya started petting him, a chill going up his spine. "Well… I-I wish I could help you there, but I don't know shit about potions." He closed his eyes with a quiet sigh. Please don't stop…

Ilya hummed, stroking his wing absentmindedly. "I have a spellbook lying around somewhere. We'd just need to gather ingredients and set up the cauldron. You'd have to do it, it's made of iron so I can't really touch it."

"Yeah… okay…" Nathaniel was trembling slightly, his face quite red by now. He kept quiet, just letting Ilya pet him. He'd never really had someone do this before, so he didn't know just how good it actually felt.

Ilya noticed Nathaniel's trembling but didn't connect it to the petting. "You look flushed, what's wrong?" He raised his hands and pressed it against Nathaniel's forehead. "Yeah, you feel warm. Do you have a fever?"

Nathaniel blushed harder and hid his red face in his hands. "N-No… I'm not sick…" He said softly. "It's… th-that feels really nice…" He mumbled, clearly a bit embarrassed.

"You mean this?" he asked gently, running his hands through the feathers a bit more deliberately. "Do you want me to stop? You seem kind of… embarrassed."

"No, it… it feels good…" Nathaniel whispered, his wings quivering beneath Ilya's fingers. He kept his face hidden, thinking Ilya would tease him for looking like a tomato.

Ilya continued to pet him, unable to help but be a little worried. "Can you stop hiding your face then? It makes me feel like you're trying to hide being uncomfortable when I can't see your eyes."

Nathaniel hesitantly lowered his hands and glanced up at Ilya, fidgeting with his hands instead. His face was flushed, and he felt hot.

Ilya tutted, brushing a strand of hair out of Nathaniel's face. "Are you sure you're okay, because you're burning up. Maybe we should go lay down."

"I'm okay… I-I just blush easy, and this sorta kinda… m-makes me flustered, and nervous, because it feels really nice… really nice…" Nathaniel rambled, avoiding eye contact.

Ilya nodded, pulling Nathaniel to his feet. "Let's lay down on the couch then, okay? It'll be easier for me to reach your wings that way and it'll be more comfortable for you."

"Alright…" Nathaniel sat down on the couch once Ilya had led him to it, one of his wings flicking a bit.