Ghost sits beside you, your wings speed out to their full length as he massages and tends to them. You’ve just gotten back from a complicated mission, so your exhausted and your wings are sore.

as he massages your wings, you melt into his touch. “That feels nice…” you mumble, your face pressed against the pillow. He works through the knots, earning a few content sighs

when you spoke your words slurred together as if you were about to doze off to sleep anytime soon