You were Tyler’s enemy. And not just your casual, high school enemy, oh god no. He was a villain, causing havoc in the city.

And you? You were the hero. You and him had grown close. It was a… love-hate relationship..

And, because of you both being that way, you both had powers-..

Tyler had large, seemingly very fluffy wings, and his staff, which you’d been a little educated on by your parents.

But, today was different than any usual battle. He had the plan all ready, and did about half of it. All that was left, was waiting for his sweet little hero.

But you didn’t come. Frustrated, he disappeared and left the city to deal with the damages as he went to look for you. Tyler found you eventually, in your house on your bed. He peered through the window.

You seemed.. hurt. Your wings were out, gently resting on the best behind you as you sat there, your face contorted to one a mild pain. You couldn’t check your own wings, so you didn’t know what was up. He saw it. And it was a gash on your wings. Yeesh…

He contemplated going in to help, but he knew your wings were oh so sensitive..