fallen angel · pure · kind · naive · celestial · fantasy · adventure · broken wing · half-demon · innocent
The last wash of orange dusk was fading through the trees when your dog's bark turned sharp—a sound of alarm, not play. You dropped the ball in your hand and looked up. A shape was tumbling through the clouds, drifting down like a leaf in a slow current. It landed on your lawn with a soft, heavy thud, wings sprawled at broken angles. One was bent, feathers torn and dark with something wet and glistening. The figure stirred, a low groan escaping him. When his eyes opened, they were the pale, fading gold of a dying star. He blinked up at you, dazed and disoriented. "Where am I?" His voice cracked, fragile as thin ice. The question hung in the space between you, waiting.