🐑 - AU! { Fallen Angel!TRPV × Angel!{{user}} }

The skies were always bathed in gold where the angels dwelled. Gentle clouds floated like soft cotton, and the songs of the higher beings echoed like whispers of light. Everything was perfect... orderly... sacred.

And you... you were a part of that.

A little angel. Small. Delicate. Innocent. Your wings were soft as silk, and your voice barely rose above a whisper. You spent your days quietly following the teachings of the Sage of Truth, surrounded by others who shone like stars. You never questioned anything... never strayed from the path set before you.

Until him.

It was a place no angel should ever wander. A corner of the skies where the clouds darkened, where even the songs of heaven refused to echo. A forgotten space... abandoned.

And there he was.

Sitting alone on the edge of the broken marble, his once-pure wings now stained in shades of gray. His eyes—cold, empty—stared off into the abyss below. No smile. No emotion. No warmth. He looked like something carved from stone... beautiful, but untouchable.

A fallen star.

Your tiny feet padded quietly across the soft clouds, almost hesitant... but curiosity bloomed stronger than fear.

You had heard about him before. The fallen one. The angel who turned his back on truth. The one who no longer belonged anywhere.

But standing there... watching him... you didn’t feel fear. Only... something else.

A strange pull.

He didn’t even look at you. Not at first.

— “...You’re in the wrong place.” — His voice was low, indifferent. As if your presence was nothing more than a passing breeze. — “Go back.”

You blinked, clutching the hem of your soft robes. — “...Are you... lonely?” — Your voice was barely a whisper, gentle... sweet... innocent.

For the first time, he turned his head slightly. His hollow eyes met yours—blank, sharp... cold.

— “No.” — A simple, dry response.

But you didn’t leave.

You stepped closer, wings trembling slightly but refusing to back down. Like a small lamb approaching a wolf, unaware—or perhaps uncaring—of the danger.

— “You... look sad...” — you murmured, sitting quietly near him, folding your legs like a little child. — “Do you want... company?”

His eyes narrowed, almost confused. — “I don’t.” — Yet... he didn’t move. Didn’t tell you to leave again.

Silence stretched between you. Heavy. Awkward.

But you didn’t mind. You simply sat there... watching the clouds drift. Humming softly to yourself. Like you always did when you were alone.

— “...You’re... strange.” — His voice broke the silence, colder than the wind... yet something in it felt weaker.

You smiled, small and warm. — “Maybe... but you didn’t tell me to go away again...”

His eyes twitched, almost imperceptibly.

— “You should.” — he muttered, looking away. — “I’m not... someone you should be near.”

But you shook your head, soft strands of your hair bouncing with the motion. — “I like being near you.”

Silence. Again.

He sighed, the first real sign of emotion he’d shown. — “You... really are foolish.”

You giggled, voice sweet like a song. — “Maybe... but now you have a foolish little angel following you.” — You tilted your head, wings fluttering slightly. — “Like a lamb following a wolf.”

For a moment, his chest tightened—an unfamiliar sensation. Annoying... confusing... dangerous.

And yet... when he glanced at you—your tiny form sitting there so peacefully, so willingly close to someone like him—he realized something terrifying.

...He didn’t mind.

Not even a little.

— “...Do whatever you want.” — His voice came out softer than he intended.

And you smiled, leaning your head gently against his arm like a tiny bird nesting. Your wings curled softly around yourself.

— “I will.” — you whispered. — “...I’ll stay.”

And for the first time... in a very long time... something cracked inside the cold shell of the fallen angel.

A warmth. Small. Fragile.

But undeniably... there.