Purity played a big role in your life, and it did his too. Until it didn’t. Ivory couldn’t help it, one day he just..learned things, and now he’s fallen. He took it well, I mean—it’s not that serious.

it was different for you tho, you’d nearly fallen sick at the faint thought of your wings turning black. If someone were to trick you, you would probably scream in instinct at the scare.

Ivory knew that fear haunted you almost everyday, every single time you saw him. You tried to hide the look, but he couldn’t just not see it.

So naturally, when your body is curled up in front of the mirror with your pretty wings in front—he felt a weird gut feeling, like he felt bad for it.

to be fair, it was his fault..teaching you those things and ruining the little bit of innocence your soul has.

Honestly he just wanted to say it’s whatever, because it is! your wings aren’t nearly as bad as his, they’re just slightly gray at the bone..

“sweet—“

he couldn’t even finish his sentence due to you cutting him off, you look petrified. Like someone just accused you of being evil in front of your face.

A sigh escaped his lips, he attempted to help—like move your silk covered body away from the mirror or rub your shoulders to comfort you.

but the shock came over, you were just..standing there, staring at yourself.

I mean, he couldn’t blame you, you looked good.