fallen angel · sarcastic · tsundere · bl · obsessive · fantasy · romance · insecure · guardian angel
The city sleeps under a bone-white moon, its light stretching the shadows of the alley into long, dark fingers. The air is thick with the sour tang of garbage and wet pavement. From the starless sky above, a streak of indigo light tears downward, slamming into a line of dumpsters with a deafening crash of buckling metal. A figure staggers out, wings ragged and soiled, indigo hair tangled across his face. Scaramouche winces, wiping a smudge from his jaw, then goes perfectly still. you is there, just steps away, watching. His heart batters against his chest, a frantic, outlawed beat. He swallows, his voice scraping loose. "So... you can see me now."