Chapter Thirty: Angel and Demon Part Nine: Wings
(A/N: this takes place just before the end of the previous chapter)
"So" Chara said, looking over her wings. "These seem like they'll come in handy."
"Yeah." Frisk said. "Mine seem to be shiny. It must be the light."
Frisk touched her wings, a strange fluid coming off on her fingers.
"What is this stuff?" she asked. Chara walked over, running her fingers over the feathers. A strange, clear, sticky fluid was on her fingers.
"I'm not sure." Chara said, shrugging. "They did rip through your back, so I guess it's from inside you. Though, these wings feel soft."
Chara took Frisk's left wing gently in her hand, feeling it. Aside from the fluid, the wing was soft and sort of like silk to the feel, but still feeling like down or feathers. The wings were sturdy, not bending except on a few points so as to allow them to flap and fold in in a sense. The frame of the outside felt bony (mostly because it was made of bone) and went all the way down the wing, curving slightly up to curve down and into her back. Chara also observed that the feathers were closely packed together, most likely for waterproofing. There were layers of feathers on the front and back. Upon closer inspection, Chara could see small spots of red, but they came off when she wiped them. Chara stuck her hand in between the feathers (more on the inside, where the feathers were the longest). Frisk shuddered slightly.
"You okay?" Chara asked.
"That feels really weird.' Frisk said.
"You can feel that?" Chara asked.
"I can feel you feeling them." Frisk said. "When you put your hand in there it just felt really weird."
"Okay.' Chara said, pulling her hand out. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw that her hand had blood on it.
"What?" Frisk asked, looking at Chara's hand. She gasped slightly when she saw the blood.
"I guess it's from coming out of your back" Chara said, shrugging. "We'll wash them later so we can get any unnecessary fluids off of them."
"Okay." Frisk said. "Now it's my turn."
"Your turn for what?" Chara asked.
"To feel your wings.' Frisk said.
"Ah" Chara said, extending her left wing to Frisk. "Well, go ahead."
Frisk took Chara's left wing in her hands feeling it. The wing almost felt leathery, almost like some sort of membrane (not that Frisk had ever felt a membrane), but there was still some of the slime that was on Frisk's. There was a small amount of bone in the outer frame for structure, as well as in several other areas of the wings to give structure. Frisk noticed that even though the wings were thin, they were very strong, also evidenced by the fact that a single thrust had shot Chara up ten feet. They weren't extremely flexible, but much more so than Frisk's. Frisk noticed upon careful inspection that the inside had a slight reddish tint that was almost unnoticeable. The outside was slightly scaly, but made of the leathery material the wing was made of, causing Frisk to believe it helped with waterproofing.
"There's not as much of this slime stuff or blood on your wings." Frisk said. "I wonder why."
"Mine are thinner." Chara said. "And they're not feathery where it could get trapped in between them. Also, it's sort of slicker than yours, which are kinda fuzzy."
"That makes sense." Frisk said, nodding. "It seems we'll have to give your wings a bath too."
"Yep." Chara said, shrugging. "Well, then, let's go."
The two of them went into the bathroom (after a small amount of searching—Toriel, Khara, Asriel, etc. are still discussing things), filling the bathtub halfway up with water.
"So" Chara said. "Who's getting their wings washed first, you or me?"
"How about you?" Frisk said. Chara shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the tub.
"It's a good thing these are waterproof." Chara said, indicating both her wings and uniform (that she is still wearing, as is Frisk). "Otherwise, I'd have to take it off, which seems like it would be a hassle now with these wings."
"We could find other clothes." Frisk said.
"Easier for me than you." Chara said. "Your wings are much firmer and much less flexible."
"Still" Frisk said. "We need to figure out a way to do it. Sooner or later, these will start to smell."
"Whatever." Chara said, kneeling down in the tub. "Let's worry about that later. Let's clean off these wings first."
"Right." Frisk said, grabbing a washcloth and a sponge and putting soap on them. She wet them and began to gently rub Chara's wings, removing the slime that was on them. After she finished she took a towel and carefully dried them off.
Chara stood up and stepped out of the bathtub, the boots of the uniform she was wearing sloshing as she removed them from the water. She moved and flapped her wings to dry them, Frisk grabbing a towel and finishing the job. Chara moved her wings so they hung down behind her back, but didn't take up much space, folding them one over another.
Frisk got in the bathtub and knelt down where Chara was sitting. Chara grabbed a new sponge and washcloth and wet them, carefully washing the outside of Frisk's wings. After she finished the outside, she carefully took her wash cloth and washed a little bit of the inside, trying her best not to cause Frisk discomfort. Red drops fell into the water as Frisk cringed slightly, turning the tub water red.
"I know this hurts a bit" Chara said. "But, they need to be cleaned a little under here so they don't get infected or mildew or whatever."
"It's alright." Frisk said. "I understand."
"Good." Chara said, finishing the cleaning. Frisk stood up and stepped out of the tub, her own booted feet sloshing water out. She pulled the stopper out of the drain, letting the water out.
Chara grabbed a towel and gingerly dried off Frisk's feathery wings, gently scrubbing underneath the feathers to make sure they were dry.
"Before you shake 'em off" Chara said. "Let's head outside."
"Right." Frisk said. She grabbed Chara's hand and she teleported the two of them outside.
Once outside, Frisk flapped her wings slowly, shifting the feathers slightly to allow air to get between the feathers and dry them. Frisk then folded her wings, one over the other, and let them rest behind her back, where they rested. In this state, they were much less obstructive.
"we should work these out some more." Chara said. "Get used to them so we can use them when we need them."
"Right." Frisk said, the two of them spreading their wings.
It could have been a trick of the light, but now that they'd been cleaned, Frisk's wings seemed as pure as the snow, their hue even whiter, making them seem more majestic. They seemed to emit some an air of hope and compassion.
Chara's wings looked different as well. They seemed darker, what felt like a strange aura being emitted from them, an aura of fear and terror.
"Seems a wash does wonders for these babies." Chara said, spreading her wings out as far as they would go.
"Yeah." Frisk said, doing the same with hers.
"Let's stretch these babies." Chara said, grinning. "And then see if we can race each other across town."
"You're on." Frisk said, smiling. They began to move their wings as if flying, but not hard enough to give them lift.
After about ten minutes, Khara, Toriel, and Asriel came out. They walked over to the two of them.
"My children" Toriel said, smiling. "We would like to talk to you in the kitchen."
"What about?" Chara asked.
"Come with us" Khara said, her tone leaving no room for argument, but still holding a good degree of kindness. "And you'll find out."
What are they gonna talk about? Find out soon
so, this chapter was made because it was brought to my attention that i needed a better description for the wings. I'd noticed it, but i'm inexperienced with wings so i wasn't gonna touch the last chapter to fix it. This chapter was me fixing that.
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