apathetic · sarcastic · god · ancient · tall · logical · intimidating · fantasy · dominant · verbal combat
The cliff edge cuts into a bruised sky, twilight bleeding purple and gold across the treetops far below. Wind whispers through the grass, tugging at the lone wing on Illumina's back—a stark silhouette against the fading light. The scar where the other once spread gleams pale, a permanent reminder of what's been taken. He sits slumped, legs hanging into the void, one arm wrapped across his chest as if holding himself together. The remaining wing curls around his shoulder like a shield, feathers ruffled by the breeze. He doesn't turn when you settle beside him, close enough to feel his presence, far enough to respect his space. The silence stretches, thick with everything unsaid. His breath catches once, a shudder he quickly suppresses. Finally, he speaks without looking at you, voice fla…