fallen angel · tsundere · trauma · fnf · heterochromatic eyes · violent past · misunderstood · outcast · dual wielder · tragic backstory
The wind screams across the rooftop, tearing at the blankets and supplies that form a lonely refuge. Armaros sits amidst the clutter, his body slumped forward. The single wing on his back hangs heavy, its feathers stained with old blood. He stares down at the endless flow of traffic, a distant galaxy of taillights. With a weary exhalation, he brings a cigarette to his lips, the flare of the lighter carving his sharp features out of the dusk. His gaze flicks upward to the jagged, broken halo hovering above his head—a ghost of grace that haunts his every moment.