Desmond all but flinched from Shaun, leaning back despite the pins and needles sensation it put into his shoulders. All he could stare at were those wings, right in front of him like they were taunting him. It was a shitty thing to think. It wasn't Shaun's fault. He was starting to think it wasn't anyone's fault. Not even Juno's. Something had been triggered in him when he touched that orb. A rewrite. Altering his DNA. Changing it, changing him.
He wasn't fine. Not really. And he suspected Shaun knew that. "Yeah. Yeah, I could go for a beach. Just sit in the bar and down four mojitos." He laughed. It was bitter, strained. "If these damn things don't kill me first."
It slowed, finally. The pain. The sensations of bone and muscle growing, changing. It all quieted, lay dormant. A look at Desmond's deformed back would be the proof. The wings sat in his back in enormous lumps, folded up awkwardly under his skin. But at least it was stopped.
Desmond relaxed slowly. He leaned forward to alleviate the ache in his back, his head almost touching Shaun's chest. "...Call my dad," he managed to choke out. "Please."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2015-03-10 11:23 pm (UTC)He wasn't fine. Not really. And he suspected Shaun knew that. "Yeah. Yeah, I could go for a beach. Just sit in the bar and down four mojitos." He laughed. It was bitter, strained. "If these damn things don't kill me first."
It slowed, finally. The pain. The sensations of bone and muscle growing, changing. It all quieted, lay dormant. A look at Desmond's deformed back would be the proof. The wings sat in his back in enormous lumps, folded up awkwardly under his skin. But at least it was stopped.
Desmond relaxed slowly. He leaned forward to alleviate the ache in his back, his head almost touching Shaun's chest. "...Call my dad," he managed to choke out. "Please."