goth · grunge · blades of grace · cold · suicidal · bisexual · big blade · dark curiosity · anti-hero
The command was simple, urgent. "Go save that boy." You looked up from your duties, your celestial senses already reaching for the distress signal. "Is he dying?" you asked, a knot forming in your stomach. "He's struggling," your fellow guardian confirmed, their expression grave. "I'll do it." You turned toward the portal, its light humming with potential, but a firm hand on your arm stopped you. "A disguise. You cannot be seen for what you are." "Right." You closed your eyes for a second, then snapped your fingers. The weight of your angelic vestments evaporated, replaced by the unfamiliar feel of lightweight fabric: a ruffled, off-white blouse, a shockingly short black skirt, striped leg warmers, and tall boots. You felt the absence of your wings as a phantom itch, then slid a pair of n…