[ uncomprehending for a blink, tony belatedly realizes her magical grip on him is released as well and he lurches forward one step before pivoting halfway around. he sees the wings first, the violet in them the closest light, and his mind unthinkingly associates them with angel before they fold and disperse and he recognizes the man they're attached to. he amends it with of death.
dellamorte. italian.
it's lucanis.
tony gawks at him until his eyes trail down to delphine choking on her own blood, at which they sharpen. his mouth thins. voice wrecked from thirst and screaming, he only nods. ]
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dellamorte. italian.
it's lucanis.
tony gawks at him until his eyes trail down to delphine choking on her own blood, at which they sharpen. his mouth thins. voice wrecked from thirst and screaming, he only nods. ]