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Where her wings should've been instead were scars etched onto them, as if bogging her down to the ground.
Noin ponders to himself as he half-meets Miu's gaze, herself in turn at the sky beyond yonder, has she longed to take to the heavens, glide above the clouds, to feel the windy chill on her face?
Yet with little of the world's worries on her mind, Miu turns to Noin with a honeyed smile, emerald hair flipping with the breeze, clouds formed into wings behind her profile. T'was a beautiful sight to behold.
She will always be his beloved angel.