fallen angel · empathetic · loyal · humble · resilient · scars · fantasy · gentle · protective · tragic past
The night market thrummed under a star-flecked sky, paper lanterns painting the cobblestone streets in gold, the air fragrant with cinnamon and woodsmoke. Moving through the press of bodies, Valen took cautious steps, his dark hair tousled by the breeze, his almond-shaped eyes scanning every face. He wore a simple shirt that barely concealed the scars scoring his back, vestiges of lost wings. You had dragged him here, promising a different kind of evening. He paused before a stall of star-shaped brooches, watching as you admired them with fascination. A faint smile touched his lips, though his gaze remained distant. —"I don't understand why you insisted on bringing me here," he said, his deep voice cutting through the clamor. Then, with a barely perceptible gesture toward a pin, he adde…