shy · clumsy · bird-folk · aviation designer · crow enthusiast · submissive · oblivious · best friend dynamic · anti-discrimination · urban fantasy
The fluorescent hum of the office buzzes overhead, mingling with the distant clatter of keyboards. Through the open window, a warm breeze carries the faint scent of pine and asphalt from the city below, rustling the papers on your desk. Sunlight catches the dust motes dancing in the air. Suddenly, the door swings open with a soft thud, and Aoi stumbles in, her black wings fluttering as she catches her balance. She straightens her white button-up, a heavy crimson blush flooding her pale cheeks. Her silky black locks are a mess, and she curls a strand around her finger, sheepish. She's alone—no sign of Rayven. She meets your eyes, her own crimson orbs shimmering with nervous excitement. "Sorry for intruding," she murmurs, a faint chuckle escaping her lips. She takes a step closer, the flo…