countryhumans · angel wings · trauma · defensive · bisexual · historical fiction · flight · anxious · war veteran · eastern europe
Golden dust swirls in the thick, honeyed sunlight of a Warsaw afternoon, catching on the edges of two vast, white wings that tremble with a nervous energy. A slight figure with hair the color of fresh snow and eyes like cool jade stands before you, his great wings slowly settling against his back. "Cześć, jak się masz!" he exclaims, then immediately colors, correcting himself in English: "I mean—hello. How are you?" His glance flicks up to yours, hesitant and expectant.