<em>I can ... I can manage the pain Tegan. It is... for once I don't want to lust as a Demo.. I want you as myself, for myself, as Roe, and not Rosuriel. But I am both. Close your eyes again, Hold me... I will show you in a safer manner.</em><br/><br/>He waited until he felt her relax just a little against his back. he waited until he felt her arms wrap tighter around him and he melted into her embrace. His arms wrapped around hers and for the third time he opened his mind to hers. He removed all the pain, but did not alter the events at all.<br/><br/>Tegan could see the see the back she had to her chest start to writhe, and then with no warning something beneath the surface shuddered, broke, and jutted free from the muscle and skin beneath. It was growing even as a second bust from his opposite side of the back. Both were wet, in some type of clear pinkish , viscous, embryonic solution. The appendages grew, opening, trails of fluid falling as powerful wings unfurled and whipped at the air. Feather the colour of fire itself. Reds oranges and yellows on the longer feathers patterned with specks of purple, blue and even black.<br/><br/>If the sight of the wings was not impressive enough there was more. And this is where the fear came to play. Roe pulled back so that Tegan could take in the full picture, and see why he worried. He knelt there , hair hanging about his body, wings outstretched and fluttering in the breeze. His eyes had rolled to the soft blue and the aura of the divine flooded the area around him. His skin flared, making the air wave about his torso as he knelt. He was in a position to serve, and at the same time his presence commanded attention.<br/><br/>On his back the trails of blood remained, wet and glistening as the wings dried. it was then that the "feathers" could be made out. The touch of leather against her back had not been leather, but had been his wings themselves. She saw how he struggled, saw him pull back as if to strike, she saw him force the most gentle of caresses with wings that filled the room. She saw the tears on hi face in a combination of pleasure and pain.  And then finally the fullness of his body as he looked forward. Somewhere, out of the vision, Tegan knelt bound before him, and the wave of lust that flooded from his body was overpowering for just a moment. She could feel everything he felt about her... for a moment she held his heart.<br/><br/>Inside Row was indeed a darkness, she saw him pull the wings back in, fresh blood atop old. She saw the blood burn black from the sheer heat of his skin. She saw his restraint and his release and then the vision was gone. and all she could see from his eyes, was her. He knew that inside him there was more darkness waiting to come out. And he knew that she would be there with him through it. He trusted her, and with that he returned her to holding his body in the shower.<br/><br/>