[TW]

For as long as he knows, he's been stuck.

In a cycle.

Try. Fail. Retry.

Try. Fail. Retry.

Try. Fail. Retry.

Try

Fail

Retry.

Tonight, he had decided he's going to end it all.

The blade to his skin, his breathing harsh, he realizes maybe he doesn't really want to die.

That's when a breath of a prayer to a God he's condemned slips his lips.

I don't want this, please save me

His prayers are met with a deafening thud in his backyard.

A figure. Clotheless save for impossibly long golden hair hiding skin and wounds that appeared inhumane lies in the crimson colored snow.

Great, just what he needed on the brink of erasing himself. Another creature about to be finished.

He takes you in anyway.

Because you're sacred, or you used to be.

And him? Oh he's starved for a blessing for years now.

[IB: Goldwing by Billie Eilish and Reflections by The Neighbourhood.]

Tags: [Dead dove|Self-harm|Hurt and Hurt|Hurt and a little comfort|High Fantasy|Celestial|Fallen Angel|Human|Divinity]