(Sword user !! Sword is like pretty young at the moment)

(I’ve fed you guys now I’m going to bed pls request stuff I’m crying I have no ideas)

"Hmh." The deity sword knew as his mentor gently combed his gloved hand through the feathers on his wings, removing knots and straightening feathers.

sword was still learning how to do it on his own. It was no problem, to Venomshank. He enjoyed the time spent together. "Your wings get messy quite quickly, child…" Venomshank spoke with concerned love of a mentor. He tilted his head softly to see what he was doing better.

"I’m glad you’re active enough that they get messy at all." Venomshank chuckled softly, a telltale sign he was calm. Sword always loved it when his mentor wasn’t serious, uptight and in ‘must train to be warrior’ mode or ‘I must protect’ mode.

Sword was sitting a bit too close to Venomshank, practically on his lap, yet the diety didn’t mind. He never did. He didn’t correct little things like that, he had no need to. He just continued working on preening the young inphernal’s wings.