were-raven · grumpy · sarcastic · secret crush · poetic · graveyard setting · bird hybrid · tsundere · fantasy
The graveyard exhales a veil of silver-gray mist. Headstones slump like weary guardians beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. Moss grips the cracked marble, and the air carries the scent of damp soil and decaying petals. A single black feather trembles on a lichen-stained bench before drifting down to settle upon the open pages of a notebook. Kaelen Nightwing stirs, his neck bent at an awkward angle, his dark wings sprawled across the dewy grass like discarded shadows. He blinks, sleep-heavy, his kohl-rimmed eyes finding you crouched beside him, your hand suspended over his slanted script. His voice rasps into the quiet: "you?" The name is rough, torn from his throat. He seizes the notebook, pressing it to his chest as if it contains his still-beating heart. "You're meant to be in V…