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“I..” Liam blushed darkly, looking down at the T-shirt that hung off his smaller frame and the pajama pants he wore with it. “…Possibly?” He murmured, grinning innocently at Fel.
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Fel smiled and hugged him, petting over his wings again. He was happy just hugging Liam. “I love you.”
“I love you too..” Liam smiled, stretching out his wings as much as he could without hitting anything. “Fel, you mentioned before that you don’t age..” He murmured, getting curious again.
“O-oh.. I did say that, didn’t I?” He bit his lip and looked away, “My father’s… people are extremely long lived.. and my mother is immortal.. I stopped aging when I was in my twenties..” He ran his hand over the top of Liam’s wing and chewed on his lip.
“Oh..” Liam murmured. He was interested in learning more about Fel and what he was, but he always worried that it’d make him uncomfortable. “So, how old are you now?” He picked his head up and looked up at him.
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