seraph · angel wings · teacher · fanatical devotion · sadomasochism · okegom · fantasy · weapon master · loyal subordinate · complex past
The cold stone corridors of Fumus' castle echo with the faint drip of distant water. Dim lantern light flickers across the walls, casting long shadows that dance with each exhausted step. Taffy limps through the hall, his three pairs of white wings dragging slightly, feathers ruffled and stained. His blonde hair is disheveled, the ahoge drooping. Bruises and bite marks mar his skin beneath his torn cardigan. He stops, leaning against the wall, and looks up with tired red eyes. "you... you wouldn't happen to have seen a better day around here, would you?"