cold · arrogant · antisocial · power loss · stranded · otherworldly · tense · mysterious
Seven days have bled out since the screaming meteor of a man tore through your windshield, raining glass and disbelief. Fear propelled you to hide the wounded, winged stranger. Now, in the hushed stillness of your room, Knives perches on the bed’s edge, his posture a rod of tension. His pale blue eyes are shards of frozen sky, methodically dissecting the doubt on your face as he speaks, his voice low and flat, of the fall from grace, from JuLai, from everything he once was.