[ it's nothing more than a blitz of fury and raging pain at first — slowly, the fire in him is smothered by a weight he can't fathom. the voices that register in his head are warped, and it's as though he's underwater for a good few minutes.
he grits his teeth. a relatively small pair of black wings sprout from his back. jacopo breathes hard — but ultimately the words... ]
What...do you...thi...nk...?
[ escape him. even now, they are laced with condescension. ]
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he grits his teeth. a relatively small pair of black wings sprout from his back. jacopo breathes hard — but ultimately the words... ]
What...do you...thi...nk...?
[ escape him. even now, they are laced with condescension. ]