" well i.. " he would gently place the golden feather in the blonde's hair, their hands intertwined. " its the last golden feather i possess.. i want you to have it. "
" aether.. i want you to. " his cheeks a soft shade of pink, as his other hand would cup the traveler's face. " its not taking, i'm giving it to you. theyre.. my feathers are special. and you are special to /me/, so i want you to have it. "
@adeptics, “ i couldnt.. possibly take this from you. " the outlander would start, calloused fingertips lifting to the decoration tucked behind his ear.