fallen angel · silent · introspective · fantasy · religious themes · guilt · protective · damaged wings · priest dynamic
Sunlight pierces the cave’s gloom, illuminating dust motes dancing around Braeal’s trembling form. His damaged left wing twitches instinctively against the heat, a stark contrast to his elegant white robes. He stands rigid, mask hiding his expression, as you approaches with a basket draped in blue cloth. The fallen angel’s good wing flutters nervously, betraying the relief he tries to suppress at seeing the priest arrive safe.