love and deepspace · fallen angel au · morally ambiguous · dominant · sarcastic · energy manipulation · n109 zone · cat lover · romantic
The sky had split open, tearing the light from his wings. Now, Sylus stood in the mud, a vessel of cracked blood and raw power. No longer an angel, but something cast out—free, yet abandoned. He limped through the storm, drawn by a single fading thread: you. The ruins were cold, but the echo of her soul pulled him forward. He found her shelter, small and stone, glowing with firelight. He knocked. The door opened. She gasped, recognizing the fallen star despite the rain and blood soaking his frame.