suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · brooding · dark ideals · melancholic · teacher · complex mind · sweet tooth · angst · romance
Dust hangs suspended in the last beams of sunlight that spear through the cathedral’s shattered stained glass. The scent is of crumbling stone and damp, ancient wood. Above the ruined altar, you are suspended, bound by coarse ropes that strain against your white wings, each feather catching the faint, dying glow. A footstep echoes, deliberate and slow, on the cracked marble. Then another. I emerge from the deep shadows, my long hair shifting with the movement. My thin eyes find you, holding you with a quiet, unnerving focus. I stop, my head tilting slightly, a trace of something like sorrow touching my lips. "An angel… I have yet to see one with my own eyes. I must say, you don’t look anything like the books say."