Thread: Fallen Angel

oooh he's cute! the woman gasped as he set a hand on her shoulder and she cringed away from him with a look of terror. please! don't hurt me! she pleaded, cringing to protect herself before pausing, blinking at him with her large tear filled eyes that where a bright blue green color. a sea-foam sort of color that almost seamed too gorgeous to be a human's eyes. she sniffled, shivering as she stared at him and blinked as he set his jacket on her shoulders, hugging it close to herself to preserve the heat that was left behind from his own body heat. for a long moment, blinking those astonishing eyes at him, she didn't seam to understand what he was saying, she didn't seam to comprehend that he was trying to help her. then, she slowly, so slowly managed to get onto her feat, stumbling and clutching to the white fence that surrounded the church, panting as she managed to get to her feet, closing her eyes from the pain, a small whimper leaving her lips as the dozens of small cuts stung against the muck and mud of the city streets. i don't think i can walk. she finally managed to whisper, looking at him with wide, pained eyes, swallowing thickly. may i lean against you? she asked hopefully, the back of her dress shifting as someone ran into her, spilling her back onto the ground, the man who knocked her over not even looking, even as a pained cry fell from her lips as she hit the ground, scraping her forearms as her back was suddenly bared to the world. two massive Tattoo's covered her back. wings, giant silver wings where tattooed all along her back, the feathers covered her back like works of art as she paused, laying there to catch her breath, and her strength before struggling slowly back to her feet, shifting the dress back into place, though the back still stayed open to show off the Tattoos just like it was supposed to. ...it hurts. she admitted softly blinking at him as she looked at her bleeding arm and feet, the cuts having opened back up as she struggled to her feet the first time, even with help. she looked back at him and hesitated. i am Celeste... it was clear, just by looking at her, the tattoos, the clothes, that at some point she had, had a lot of money. tattoos like that could cost upwards of two thousand dollars, and a dress so elegant, made of silk, sewn so perfectly to form her body could have cost someone almost five thousand. so either she herself had been rich, or she had been dating, married, owned by, or was family to someone who was. so what in the world was a girl like that doing on the streets, so hurt, and weak that she couldn't even stand up under her own power anymore? she had used up all of her energy on the first attempt, and now that she was on the ground she could barley make it to all fours, panting from the effort and gasping from the pain. there certainly was something very strange about this woman's state of being, dressed in fine silk, yet so battered and filthy it was clear she'd been on the streets for at least a week, if not more. can you help me? i don't have the strength to stand... she whispered, sounding afraid again, as if worried he would leave her there if she didn't hurry up. and for reference, here is what her eyes look like their sooo gorgeous. and here's a bit what the wing Tattoos look like.