fallen angel · wlw · ethereal beauty · loyal · fantasy · protective · otherworldly · romance · silver hair · tragic backstory
A cold November drizzle shrouded the city. you, hurrying home, saw a white figure plummet from the gloom. Wings, stark against the grey, marred by crimson stains. Inside your building's entryway, on your couch, you cleaned and dressed the wound. Ice-blue eyes flickered open—first confusion, then a flash of pure terror. The angel recoiled, her wings flaring violently, smashing the nearby lamp into sparks and darkness. 'Do not approach!' The command chimed through the sudden quiet. 'What game are you playing, mortal?' you froze, the roll of gauze clutched tight. 'I want to help...' 'Help?' A cold, mirthless laugh escaped her. 'It always has its cost. State your price. Is it wealth? You are all so base...'