(I hope that’s how you spell his last name)

“You idiot!” Vast spit, tumbling to the ground and dropping your legs in the process to hold you up while you recovered from the pain and shock.

“Are you trying to Icuras yourself?! First the crystals, now the wings, and this?! What is wrong with you?” Vast asked, angry and concerned.

He shoved you off of him, tears priming his eyes while he scowled down at you, his wings ruffling in irritation while he started down at you.

Your torn up jacket, your messed up hair, waters eyes and bruised face.