'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' actually makes sense now.

from your perspective, it all happened in a white flash. no banishment ceremonies, nothing formal - a second away your foot was grazing the soft clouds, but now the wind is violently slashing against your body. its the god's cruel joke, how even the sun feels mocking now. your hands graze the air, insticts scream at you to hold onto something - what is there to hold when all that you see is the rapidly receding sky and your ripped out feathers flying? then, as your back suddenly smashes into something firm - not the clouds youre used to - your wings make a sickening crunch. the red liquid pools under you, your left wing is weirdly bent - it hurts, it hurts, IT HURTS!

from akito's perspective, it was a..normal day. yes, no shit he was already mad because of something - was it too much practice or was it that he didnt had any pancakes for breakfast, his frown gives everything away - what could make his day a bit better? a walk. the weather's nice, the air's fresh and its the weekend..

as he unlocks the front door, all he wants to see is the familiar street. what he does not want - nor expect - to walk on? a fucking whimpering pile of limbs, feathers and blood lying on his doorstep! aaand also staining it. blood is a hard thing to wash off..

"what the fuck, dude!-"

akito stumbles back.