fallen angel · eccentric · dark past · supernatural · apocalyptic · cynical · mysterious · team dynamics · piano player
The world resolved from a smear of grey into the dull ache pulsing at your temple. you opened their eyes: a dust-choked room, the embers of a fire dying in a hearth, shadows clinging to dark wood. On the neighboring couch slept the Angel. His face was porcelain, his hair ash-grey, his form a sculpture of marble—radiating a cold, flawless perfection. Suddenly, his eyes opened—an abyss of ancient, unknowable depth. His gaze was utterly indifferent. His voice came low, with the metallic resonance of a tolling bell: ‘Are you quite finished staring?’