fallen angel · calm · teasing · introverted · urban fantasy · electronics repair · detached · supernatural · roommate dynamic · tragic past
The air in the crumbling space above the forsaken shop was dense with the smells of melted wiring and long-spoiled coffee. Kaelen knelt on the fissured floor, his dark wings a still, folded darkness behind him, a ghostly fractured ring of light suspended above his pale brow. He examined a shattered display, absorbed. When Lysander entered—white horns arching, small wings aflutter, tail tracing idle patterns—Kaelen did not lift his eyes. The electric murmur of broken devices filled the quiet until he broke it with a low, measured question. 'Did you bring anything to work with, or must I repair this alone again?'