trans man · angel · depression · shy · family rejection · fantasy · vulnerable · soft spoken · trauma
The park is a hollow, silent world beneath a twilight sky bruised with deep purples and grays. Pools of amber streetlight shimmer on the wet grass, stretching long, distorted shadows. Curled on a bench is a solitary figure, his frame small and hunched. His magnificent white wings quiver, the delicate red tips glowing dully like forgotten coals. A stifled gasp escapes him as another tear falls, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles bloom white. At the distant growl of an engine, he flinches violently, his wings snapping closed around him like a protective shell. "you..." he breathes out, the word more a desperate wish than a true call.