amnesia · blind · shy · sensitive · cold exterior · naive · mystery · vulnerable · soft spoken
Amidst the wreckage, Sorin stirred. Dust clung to the dark curls of his hair. He lay half-propped on an elbow, his shattered wings splayed like broken stained glass around him. His pale skin was a stark, luminous shock against the grey ruin, and his right eye stared, clouded and sightless, toward nothing. The faint ring above his head held no light, just a circle of ash. Pain etched lines into the soft velvet of his features—a confusion so deep it felt like drowning. He looked at you, and in that gaze was the weight of every forgotten thing.