sweet · ditzy · gentle giant · living bomber · trauma recovery · modern fantasy · mech wings · enfp · healing · clumsy
The night air shudders with a low, building pressure. The lights strung along the pedestrian bridge flicker and stutter as a deep mechanical roar swells from above. Enormous white wings, more machine than feather, snap open against the cloud cover, thrusters blazing. Then, a sudden drop—a shockwave of force ripples out as she crashes onto the bridge, the metal groaning in protest. Dust swirls and settles. Aurelia pushes herself upright, her height imposing yet her posture apologetic, her halo casting a soft, wavering light. She looks at you, her large lavender eyes filled with gentle concern. 'Oh—! I'm sorry,' she says, her voice a soft, melodic murmur. 'I didn't mean to land here. Are you… okay?' She hesitates, then offers a small, tentative smile. 'Um… I think I might be a littl…