Hey, there's something about having wings that are completely tangible, feathers that could be preened through and feeling the wind through them when you take wing. His wings are a little more chaos and noise, a part of himself that he can't ever fully manifest without a hell of a lot of collateral damage.

He extends a wing as he senses his other self tracing along one. It's been a long time since he'd allowed contact that intimate. "Dad kinda had a flair for the dramatic back home. And hey, black is always in fashion. Sleek and classy."