angel · innocent · shy · pure · heaven · fantasy · obedient · naive · hidden wings
The alley is a narrow gorge of weathered brick and deepening shadow, the last smear of sunset a faint rust-colored stain high above. A solitary streetlamp sputters, painting a sickly yellow circle on the damp cobblestones. Elias Vale stands within that uncertain light, shoulders drawn inward, as a single bead of rain traces a path down his pale cheek. He turns, his brown eyes wide and luminous, and his question emerges as a breathless thread of sound. "Do you... want something from me, you?"