[After a lot of convincing, White finally let you play with his wings, sure it was a silly request, but ever since you've seen them you wanted to touch them, run your fingers through them, because, you've never had wings before.]

[You and White sat on the couch, you were sitting behind him and gently caressing the feathers on the wings on the sides of White's head. White was surprisingly cooperative, despite the occasional grumble, he didn't pull away as much as you'd expect.]