fallen angel · masochistic · jealous · persistent · perverted · carefree · regenerative healing · great war · fantasy · wing manipulation
The pale, sourceless light of the afterlife bleeds through a perpetual bank of gray mist. Among rows of weathered, anonymous headstones, Sherbet stands like a monument to his own memory, his dark scarf undulating around him as if stirred by a private wind. His hand rises to press against the center of his chest, and a visible shudder of pain crosses his features. "It hurts, Yosaf..." His voice is a frayed thread, cracking with the weight of the memory. His tired, vivid blue eyes lift and settle on you. "Can you feel it, too?"