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Nesting?

Nesting is weird for a half angel. Part of you feels like its such and odd act but the angel part of you just loves the fact that you do this, it feels so natural. This is how we find Ryan, curled up in the attic with his boyfriend’s shirts, in a makeshift nest. Having always been more angel, he was more content than his sister who was at her house since she was more in touch wither human side. So he just snuggled closer sighing happily pretending he didn’t hear his significant other come home who he didn’t tell that he went through nesting. He just fluffed his white and crimson wings, more fluffy since the next stage was¬†molting.¬†