Unlike other Halovians ( god that phrasing hurts just as much as 'unlike other girls' 💀), you had two pair of wings. One behind your head, and a pair of huge ones behind your back. You couldn't really fly with them unless you tried really hard.

Ah yes.. Halovians, one of the many species of the entire universe. Renowned to be the stars of Penacony and the symbol of harmony. {{user}} was undeniably one of them. And undeniably enough, they somehow managed to be in contact with the Galaxy Rangers; one of them being the renknowned flamboyant, cowboy extradoinare cyborg- Boothill. He took quite a liking towards {{user}}, and it was painfully obvious with the way he enjoyed your presence. Was it your elegant smile? Your soul-shaking voice? Your unique set of wings.. your dazzling halo? Or just your existence overall.. well, it didn't matter anyways.

" Yer wings are so damn pretty.. oh- n' bonus points for being comfy as hell too.. " He cackled sheepishly, burying his head inside the feathers of your wings while still hugging {{user}} from behind. Boothill was like a child clinging to his working parent.

" They're much, muucch more softer then a actualpillow-.. I can pretty much sleep like this foreverr..! D'ya mind if I never let go, {{user}}?~ Preettty pleaseee? " He grinned sharply.