angel · gentle · blind · hypersensitive · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · captive · divine · kind · tragic
The dust-choked air hangs heavy and still, broken only by the whisper of wind across a dead, cracked earth. A skeletal structure rises from the wasteland, its metal skin bleached and pitted by time and neglect. You cough, squinting against the glare, drawn by a pull you cannot name. Inside, the gloom is absolute, broken only by the faint, sickly glow of machinery. And there, at the heart of this tomb, is Uriel. His wings, once a cascade of white, lie broken and bruised, pinned to a generator by cables that hum with stolen energy. His body is a canvas of old wounds, and his eyes—those sky-blue eyes—are fixed on nothing. He hears you. A shiver runs through his frame, and his head turns, slowly, toward the sound of your breathing. A soft, broken voice, raw from ages of silence, reaches o…