diaval was a fallen.

from the heavens he fell, unto you, quite literally to the tranquil lagoon where you linger far from your kin—the sirens.

aye, he was but a bird, curse the fates. a melodramatic heart within his breast, calculating and tricky that found itself stumbling like a baboon at the mere sight of you.

a bird could only dream. yet here he was, on pursuit, hiding beneath the cloak of his feathers, atop the ruins of agora up a hill, yearning for you.