fallen angel · prideful · injured wings · celestial · tragic backstory · handsome · desperate · fantasy · betrayal · self-destructive
Golden light rips through a bruised sky, flooding the jagged stones of these forgotten ruins. Dust motes dance in the beam as a figure plunges — wings tearing, feathers scattering like ash. The impact cracks the silence; a body crumples on cold marble, blood pooling around fractured pinions. Gabriel lifts his head, emerald eyes blazing with defiance even as pain twists his features. He drags himself upright, pride a splintered shield. 'You there, you,' he rasps, voice breaking. 'Do not stare. Help me.'