some might have assumed him dormant; that fallen angel having seemingly vanished from public view after his spectacle some few months prior. and whilst indeed he had not been quite so open with his thoughts and whimsies, he had not retired to say the least. he was a patient creature; years spent learning all he could, re-forming and re-living each moment of his lifetime whilst wrapped in jenova’s mental embrace, it all made him oh so patient indeed. and so he went out rarely, cruising rooftops to his liking and observing how much like wild fire the burning sunset sky seemed atop the cityscape.
drifting to the topmost peak, he spied a shadow shifting, as if shrinking away from the descent of a seraph. heeled boots clicked upon the brick and as his wing beat and billowed behind him, an array of midnight black feathers swept up and spun against the breeze. poetic if not always a little dramatic. “ rotten, isn’t it? “ he asked the shadow, the wing collapsing into seemingly nothing as he bathed in the golden light of dusk. no halo, but his features shone despite it all.
“ the city. its people. “ the distant throb of traffic prevented him from ever pretending the stain of humanity had washed away. he was constantly reminded. “ from here, it looks as though they are burning in the heat of the sun. hmph. a preview, perhaps... “ // @crematicnquirk - sc