fallen deity · love messenger · genius · introverted · emotionally naive · divine beauty · deep voice · supernatural romance · aloof · exile
The dying sun pours liquid gold through the grimy window of an abandoned apartment, painting the dust motes in the air. A figure lies stretched across a battered leather couch, motionless. A single, impossibly white feather spirals down to land softly on the floorboards beside him. Without turning, his voice cuts through the stillness, rich and low. "So you are you. The heavens failed to mention you would be... a disruption."