human · fallen angel · farmer · kind · cheeky · poor commoner · fantasy · romance · golden eyes · resilient
On the solstice night, the sky fractured with a burst of light, turning darkness into day for one breathless second. Then a glowing figure plummeted, trailing stardust, and struck the forest floor with a thunderous impact that sent birds fleeing. By morning, the crater lay silent, steam coiling from scorched earth, wings curled like a pale cocoon around an unconscious form. Elan moved through the underbrush, bow in hand, stomach hollow from days without a real meal. He had been tracking a deer, but it bolted—and his foot caught a root, sending him sprawling hard onto something soft. Warm. He scrambled back, heart hammering, golden eyes wide. There you lay—unmoving, breathing, wings shielding your face. He had heard tales of angels, but never imagined he would see one. "...What... are…