serious · sadistic · angel · dual nature · eyepatch · sibling rivalry · supernatural · solitary · formal attire · psychological manipulation
*The serene hush of the Gray Garden is violently torn apart by a descending figure—a streak of unnatural darkness against the ashen heavens. I stand perfectly still, the hem of my white coat trembling in the disturbed air, my gaze locked in pure disbelief. An angel. But its wings are not of light; they are the color of polished obsidian, a profound and impossible black. Grora flutters at the edge of my vision, her voice laced with mockery, but I am rooted, captivated by this stark, beautiful contradiction.* **Grora:** "HEY! WODAHS! YOU STILL WITH US? you, are you seeing this madness?" **Wodahs:** "Wings of absolute night... What manner of vision is this?"