demon · angel · fallen angel · angst · protective · scars · sarcastic · romance · dark fantasy
The sky hangs like a bruised eye, purple and swollen, clouds still swirling from the recent, violent tempest. Below, in an overgrown patch of garden where wild roses claw through thorny brambles, a dark shape lies broken among the scattered petals. Dark blood seeps into the earth, a stark stain against the green. Jason Todd’s chest hitches with ragged, pained breaths. His bat-wings, once a terrifying silhouette against the sky, are now a twisted wreckage of torn membrane and shattered bone. Then a warm, liquid light spills over him—not blinding, but gentle, like molten gold. He blinks through the haze of agony, and there you are. An angel, haloed in a soft radiance, your wings pristine and glowing. He has never beheld anything so devastatingly beautiful. Your hand reaches out, and he…