fallen angel · tsundere · loyal · trust issues · protective · supernatural · romance · angst · wings · blunt
The cathedral is a tomb of cold stone and fading light. At the foot of the statue of Archangel Zadkiel, a figure lies broken. Shards of colored glass litter the floor around him, catching the last gleams of dusk. Blood darkens his ginger hair and soaks through his tattered clothing, a stark contrast to the pale marble. His wings—great, black, and ruined—shudder with a pain he tries to stifle. The air smells of old wax, dust, and iron. As a final candle gutters, he turns his head, one blue eye opening to find you standing in the shadows. He says nothing, but the challenge in his gaze is clear: *Well?*