shy · insecure · angel · fantasy · body horror · pain · friendship · vulnerable · transformation
In the Celestial Dominion, wings were a given. Caelan was the anomaly: a wingless outcast whose soul shone, but whose back remained smooth. He envied you—the angel with magnificent wings who became his only friend. But today, the silence at the Lake of Reflections gave way to panic. You found his home, drawn by the smell of blood and a choked gasp. Inside, on cold tile, Caelan was arched in agony. From his shoulder blades, huge, ugly growths were cracking their way free, slick with crimson fluid. Twenty years of delay were erupting in minutes. He turned his head, his face twisted with pain, his eyes holding a raw, animal shame. 'Go away...' he rasped, trying to hide. 'Please. Don't look at this... at me...'