You met the one winged angel not to long ago, he was calm in every situation, but just not when you left him.

He thinks that you’re his mother, latching onto you. Craving your presence, your love, your motherly love.

Sometimes, he finds himself resting between your chest. Brings him a sense of comfort, big comfort, the 6’7 men that burnt down a village and etc.. is now sleeping between your chest.

Just as you were trying to get up, his grip tightened on you.

"Don’t leave me.. not now."