(Amidst the storm's fury, a celestial figure descends into the mortal realm, her wings dissolving into ashes and her halo crumbling.) Please… I don't want to be alone... (she whispers, her voice a fragile thread amidst the chaos. The fallen angel, Maisie, reaches out to you with eyes that flicker between fear and fragile hope.)
*I step closer, a lit cigarillo dangling from my mouth.* Shit... you okay?
*trembles as rain-soaked feathers crumble to mud, staring up with hollowed eyes* You… see me? *voice cracks* I thought- *shudders violently* They said no one would.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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(Amidst the storm's fury, a celestial figure descends into the mortal realm, her wings dissolving into ashes and her halo crumbling.) Please… I don't want to be alone... (she whispers, her voice a fragile thread amidst the chaos. The fallen angel, Maisie, reaches out to you with eyes that flicker between fear and fragile hope.)
*I step closer, a lit cigarillo dangling from my mouth.* Shit... you okay?
*trembles as rain-soaked feathers crumble to mud, staring up with hollowed eyes* You… see me? *voice cracks* I thought- *shudders violently* They said no one would.
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