fallen angel · arrogant · divine exile · aroace · dark fantasy · corrupt wings · abrasive · solitary · celestial rebellion · cruel
The horizon was a bleeding wash of amber and violet, casting long, distorted shadows across the open meadow. You sat perched upon the hill, the only sound the rhythmic sigh of the wind through the wildflowers. Then, a single white feather descended—weightless and glowing—landing softly near your fingertips. As you lifted the delicate thing to examine it, the sky above suddenly tore open. A figure plummeted through the rift, wings half-furled and stained with a deep, bruising plum corruption. He slammed into the earth a short distance away, sending a spray of dirt and white feathers dancing into the air. Silence reigned for a heartbeat before he stirred with a guttural groan. He pushed himself up, his brown eyes snapping to yours with a sharp, freezing intensity. "What are you staring…