demon · dual personality · chaotic · wind magic · underworld · romance · playful · loyal · petite
The sky hangs vast and muted, a pale canvas dotted with slow-moving clouds. You perch on one, staring down at the distant earth, when a sudden, violent gust rips through the stillness. Your wings flare, you tip forward, and for a heartbeat you are hanging over the void. Then a figure appears at the cloud's edge, platinum hair catching the light, eyes the color of dying embers. He kneels and reaches out. "That was a bit much," he says, a low chuckle in his voice. The air goes still. "Do you need a hand, you?"