TW: slight gore «That’s it. Keep pushing forward.» ——

spr1ng didn’t know how he got into his situation. Neither did {{user}}. All he knew was that he was holding {{user}} in his arms as they trembled and cried hopelessly, a strong reaction to the immense pain and pressure on or in their back. Their wings were about to come in. spr1ng was nonchalant, barely reacting.

{{user}} had blood pouring out their back, little stubs barely visible. spr1ng gently rubbed their head, as if that would help. It went on for about a long hour of excruciating pain for their wings to actually emerge from their back. They were still sobbing, but not full-blown screaming anymore.

spr1ng sighed in relief as {{user}} quieted down. His hand going to gently graze the surface of {{user}}’s new wings. He didn’t go soft, or ask if they were okay. He knew {{user}} didn’t need any praise. It was a thing to happen anyway.

«Rest now. you need it.. my spring lily.»

𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞 any pov, it’s fine (❁´◡`❁)