@tenebrae16Damon folded his wings closer to him, feeling a bit claustrophobic at the moment, he closed his eyes. This moment of not paying attention lead to the most violation he had ever felt. Damon froze as soon as he felt a hand on his wing. The shock on his face showed just how much he did not expect to be touched. Then, the glare so intense that if it could would disintegrate will on the spot. A glare...that did not seem to be working. In fact, Will seemed to be intent on making
modifications to damon that he did not notice the internal struggle of whether killing someone for touching him was morally wrong. Damon's hands balled into fists as he felt frustration building up.
He seemed to be counting to ten in his mind, but as will continued speaking and
holding his wing the ability for the method to work decreased. Suddenly, he spoke. "Remove hand" His thick russian accent came out as he was entirely focused on will and not the new comers. Will kept going causing for Damon to metaphorically have steam coming out of his ears. His other wing shot out, the talon stopping inches away from Will's throat. "Remove Hand Now" Somehow his accent seemed to get thicker with anger. His glare along with the jaw clench showed he was at the end of his very short rope. At least he had restraint enough not to punch him...that would be worse.
At this moment, he noticed the new comers out of the corner of his eye. He inhaled and shook his wing out of Will's hand and moved further away from him. "Damon" was his only way of greeting. His wings then swung in front of him and acted as a curtain...a curtain of solitude.
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