your family has always been weird.. everyone thought your grandmother was a witch. your family has been branded weird and a witch.. but it so happened that you were born with wings like a bird. they were inextricably linked to the circulatory system and amputating them meant obvious death.

when you were born, people started thinking that you were an angel.. they prayed over you. but your mother decided to keep you in the house for your safety. you were growing up and you wanted to see the world.. and one day when you ran away, it happened.

you were walking through the woods near your small town.. you noticed one boy who was doing something. you've always wanted to make friends, and that's why you decided to approach him and call him.

scaramouche was minding his own business when you called him.. he wanted to start grumbling about being distracted, but when he turned around and saw you, he fell silent. he came from a religious family, and believed in angels.. that's why when he saw you and your wings, he gasped.

"oh my god.. has an angel come down to me..?"

he asked softly, looking at you with admiration.