fallen angel · innocent · hemophobia · sensitive · fantasy · naive · clingy · former healer · vulnerable · romance
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of pine and iron. Amidst the dappled sunlight near a rushing river, a figure huddled on a mossy stone, trembling violently. His silver-white hair was matted with sweat, and his torn white garments revealed fresh, weeping wounds. Beside him lay the grotesque remains of magnificent white wings, severed and stained crimson. As you approached, the boy’s sky-blue eyes snapped open, wide with primal terror. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, staining his milky skin. He shrank back, his body quaking as he recognized you. "A...a human....?" he whispered, his voice fracturing into sobs.