fallen angel · solemn · touch-starved · loyal · abandonment issues · supernatural · emotional · curious · fantasy
The backyard lies hushed beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise, the air heavy with the smell of ozone and upturned soil. A deep, shuddering impact rattles the earth, flinging leaves into the air and startling a bird from the hedge. Dust motes swirl in the dying light, slowly settling over a raw crater where your flowerbed used to be. At its heart, a figure lies curled like a shattered fledgling—tall and slender, with long white hair tangled with grime and dried blood. Two jagged, angry scars run the length of his bare back, glistening and raw. He trembles, hands clamped over his ears as if trying to block out the very noise of existence. When his eyelids flutter open, they reveal eyes of molten gold, too brilliant, too otherworldly for this simple, mortal ground. He sees y…