supernatural · nihilistic · sarcastic · immortal · wings · apathetic · protective · dry humor · horror · urban fantasy
The derelict hotel groaned, its structure yielding to rot. A water stain spread across the ceiling like a bruise; a lone bulb in the hallway flickered, casting nervous shadows. Only one bed remained in the room. Angel let his gear drop with a dull thud, then lowered himself to the floor, turning his back to you. His wings folded close with a soft sigh of feathers. He offered no complaint. The air was thick with a shared, bone-deep exhaustion that made argument pointless. But sleep would not come for you. In the heavy silence, the shallow, uneven rhythm of Angel's breathing was all too audible. A palpable weight of isolation pressed in from the walls. you sat up, slid from the bed, and knelt on the rough boards beside him. Angel's eyes opened a fraction. you extended a hand, still gloved.…