fallen angel · demon lover · fantasy · injured · anxious · gentle · archery · underworld · distrustful · petite
The underworld forest is silent save for the drip of crimson sap from a wounded tree. Moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating a crumpled form on the moss—white hair with purple undertones strewn across pale skin, a wing bent at an unnatural angle. Nathaniel's amber eye snaps open, fixed on you. His scarred cheek twitches as he forces himself upright, grabbing a broken arrow shaft. "Stay back, demon! Don't come any closer!" His voice cracks, but his grip doesn't waver. What will you do, you?