""Now that you mention it..."" Mark breathes into his lungs ""It feels so nice to be in my skin..."" he looks at his hands.
""You"re a lot bigger than your body..."" Abaddon remarks, silent for a moment. ""Well then, pumpkin..."" he grabs his shoulder, laughing ""If you want to fly with the cross of a damned, you"ll have to fall."
"Pumpkin?" Mark tilts his head to the side.
"That," Abaddon chuckles, but lets go of the strong shoulder, "no matter how much of a giant soul or angel you are... To me, you"ll always be that child with the tweaked wings your mother sent to the world crying.""
""Lovely..."" a small smile appears on Mark"s lips.
""Hands...""
Abaddon holds his arms. ""Flying is a reflex... As you stretch your wings... As if just breathing, frees you. That"s why it"s exhausting
