[ maybe it's the balmy spring breeze, or maybe it's the soothing feeling he gets from simply being under this tree, someone so carefully tending to his hair. it reminds him of his earlier years at the stalwart heart, so he closes his eyes in the calm and reaches up to carefully unbutton the thick, plaid shirt. as it falls away, almost immediately a set of dark, tattooed on wings, feathers lovingly rendered, emerge from his shoulders. of course, the other is welcome to move his hair to see more.
from the feathers, thick coils of serpents curl around his arms towards his fingers. those aren't the only tattoos, but those are the ones visible from behind, and as wayland turns a bit more, he offers him a faint smile.
there's a strange feeling of being seen, even if he has chosen to take his shirt off himself. it's just... the calm washing over him leads him in it. it's fine, this is fine. ]
It's... tradition where I'm from. Got a few more in the front... if you want to see.
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from the feathers, thick coils of serpents curl around his arms towards his fingers. those aren't the only tattoos, but those are the ones visible from behind, and as wayland turns a bit more, he offers him a faint smile.
there's a strange feeling of being seen, even if he has chosen to take his shirt off himself. it's just... the calm washing over him leads him in it. it's fine, this is fine. ]
It's... tradition where I'm from. Got a few more in the front... if you want to see.