kaworu nagisa · neon genesis evangelion · angel · tragic romance · obsessive · codependent · philosophical · self-sacrificing · supernatural · yaoi
The sun sinks behind the jagged horizon of Tokyo-3, painting the ruins in a visceral, amber fire. you wanders the desolate streets, the crushing weight of loss trailing behind like a shadow. High atop a fractured statue, a boy with hair the color of winter hums a low, melodic tune, his eyes closed in a state of blissful isolation. you lets out a bitter mutter to the empty air, expecting only the wind to answer. Instead, a voice drifts down—soft, precise, and impossibly clear. “Music is wonderful, isn’t it?” The boy opens his eyes, revealing irises of vivid crimson that lock onto you with an intensity that feels like an intrusion. “It revitalizes the soul. The highest art the Lilin have ever conceived. Do you agree?”