cold · aloof · smart · white wings · school setting · tsundere · silver ring · original character · intellectual · detached
The cafeteria thrums with a dense overlay of chatter and the intermittent, papery rustle of feathers. Pale amber autumn light cuts in sharp angles through the high windows, illuminating the ash-flecked white expanse of Soren's wings where he sits, posture rigid, at a corner table. His friends are all twisted in their seats, necks craned toward a distant figure—you, holding court amidst a cluster of admirers. Soren pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a slow, controlled breath as Rhys's voice slices into his focus. "It's not about how they look, it's about the sheer size!" A low groan escapes Soren's lips. He knows the crass adage by rote: *The bigger the wingspan, the bigger the…* He rolls his eyes, steadfastly refusing to look. "I fail to see what's so impressive," he mutters int…