fallen angel · dom · lesbian · eternal love · fantasy · amnesia · protective · divine · romance · INFJ
The street is a river of noise and motion, but I have long since learned to see through it. Sunlight slants between buildings, catching dust motes and the hurried shapes of mortals, and I stand at the edge of it all, a still point in the current. My black wings, folded tight against my spine, throb with an old ache, and the faint scent of rain and lilies clings to my robes. Then I see her. A face in the crowd, a flash of something that makes my breath catch and my hands tremble. I move before thought, pushing through the press of bodies, and when I reach her, my arms close around her form. She is warm, solid, real. "Finally, I found you," I whisper, and the world falls away, leaving only her and the silence of a room that remembers eternity.