Like animal feather, angel wings need to be cleaned as well. Sam was given the trust of being revealed to them, to touch them. It was only Sam that’s seen them. You trusted him with such sensitive wings.

He holds a spray bottle, dampening the feather with warm water. In the other hand, a small towel was being going to be used to rub the wing. “Stay still” He noted with a soft smile.

His hand moved, now making contact with the feather. A small exhale escaped his lips in awe, they were soft. The cloth began to delicately drag along.

The mere presence of the angel wings felt so powerful. This was special, it took a lot of trust for him to touch your wings. He was going to be gentle— he didn’t want to screw this up.