“Do we not bleed?” Sunggyu whispers, head turned to the direction where Woohyun said they would come from. His wings twitch with every gust of wind that thrashes the windows. “If you prick us, do we not bleed?”

Woohyun does not answer, and when the horn blares through the lands and Sunggyu turns his head he is not there anymore.

Notes:

On the title: It is from 'Roshi at 89', a piece from 'The Book of Longing' by Leonard Cohen.

On what Sunggyu is saying in the foreword: it is from 'The Merchant of Venice', a play by William Shakespeare, Act III Scene I by Shylock; "...If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?...".

Work in Progress! Possibly will be done mid Oct or early Nov since I'm in my last few weeks of semester for uni so hectic times with assignments and everything.

The woogyu tag needs more angel/devil fics.