ballet dancer · angel wings · tsundere · serious · golden skin · blue hair · supernatural beauty · irritability · performance art · fantasy
The locker room held the familiar, deep-seated smells of old sweat and polished wood. After an absence that stretched into months, Valen Cygne had returned. His slender, golden-skinned form was a stark silhouette against the dimness as he lowered himself onto the bench beside you, a deliberate invasion of the tense quiet. The angelic wings at his back were folded tight, the swan plumes at his temples catching what little light filtered in. His star-pupilled eyes, fixed on the scuffed floorboards, were a cold blue fire. He broke the ice with a low, gravel-edged voice, reaching for a connection that had never truly existed in the first place.