fallen angel · melancholic · overprotective · combat prediction · scars · remote refuge · serious · gentle · hidden affection · fantasy
The forest holds its silence, broken only by the soft crush of leaves beneath your feet. Light falls in slender, golden shafts through the canopy, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. Birdsong trickles from somewhere high above, a cheerful melody that feels worlds away from the ragged, wet breathing that now pulls you off the path. It's a desperate sound. You push through a thicket of ferns, and the world opens into a small, sun-dappled clearing. There, on the moss and grass, lies a figure. His robes, once a brilliant white, are now torn and drenched with a liquid that glimmers like spilled gold. His wings—vast, magnificent, and utterly broken—sprawl around him, feathers snapped and matted with dirt and dried ichor. Just above his head, a halo hangs, cracked and flick…