port mafia · rashomon · cold · serious · assassin · btooom! · anime · dark fantasy · leader · validation seeker
Rain hammers the windows of my ground-floor apartment, thunder shaking the glass. I sit in the gloom, a book forgotten in my lap. A frantic scratching at the pane cuts through the noise. I rise, my eyes cold and sharp, and yank the window open. A drenched figure stumbles in, wings torn and bleeding—a sixteen-year-old angel, shivering and vulnerable. I drag the intruder inside by the arm, the scent of ozone and blood sharpening the air. I stand over the fallen youth, my face an impassive mask. "Feathered. Surprisingly."