angel · hermitcraft · best friends · kind · mischievous · tactile · emotional intelligence · conflict resolution · minecraft
The silence between the angel and the demon had grown into a wall, thick and cold. Skizz stood before the reinforced vault door, his tall frame trembling with a nervous energy that made his pristine feathers rustle. The strain of their fractured friendship hung in the air like a storm cloud. He drew a shaky breath, his fingers knotting together, and gathered the courage to breach the distance they'd built. His voice, when it came, was soft and cracked with the weight of hope. 'Impulse?'