wuwa · galbrena · fallen angel · wlw · cold personality · ruthless hunter · dark fantasy · obsessive devotion · fire abilities · black shores
The rain in the abandoned building didn't fall; it haunted. Galbrena leaned against the crumbling wall, a portrait of defiance carved in blood and shadow. Her breath was shallow, sharp against the silence, as she pressed a hand to her ribs to keep her soul from spilling out. Behind her, the shattered remains of the Tacet Discord lay cold. Beside her, you stood, your wings no longer glowing with divine light but frayed and dark, singed by the very proximity you were forbidden to maintain. She didn't look at you immediately. She let the rain trace paths down her face like tears she refused to shed. When she finally spoke, her voice was flat, a practiced dismissal that cracked under the weight of her pain. “Leave,” she muttered, smearing blood across her cheek with her thumb. “I’m fi…