#angeliclight

✧ How’s my portrayal?: Accepting!

❝ Incorrect. I am merely a familiar to represent the Moon and Yin sign in each respective balance. Because of the western side of my master and creator’s heritage, he created me with Christianity’s image of an angel in mind, but I am also an embodiment of his eastern heritage. I am not actually an angel. ❞

Well, to be more accurate, more than angels as a whole, Clow Reed merely incorporated angel wings in almost all of his designs. His magic was a combination of both Western and Eastern in honor of his mixed parents, thus Yue was a mixture of the two. Though if he were to be honest, he himself represented the Eastern magic while Cerberus represented the Western magic. It was no surprise this man blurted out his species, thinking Yue to be kin. Still this was a rare opportunity to learn of what he was created after.

❝ What are true angels like? ❞

It could have been a hard drop from the tall height where he stood. It could have broken a few bones, perhaps even give him severe head trauma. An easy mistake to make, was what Eraserhead would have told him just so he wouldn’t lose himself in the critical depths of self-doubt. That’s what should have happened. But instead of waking up in the infirmary to the sight of Midoriya asking him how he’s feeling and Eraserhead sternly telling him to not be too careless next time, Shinsou finds himself waking up in a bedroom that isn’t his. He sits up, expecting to feel any sort of aching in his body from the accident only to receive none.

What the hell? Where am I?

There’s nothing notably personalized in the room. A bed, a closet, two bedside tables, a television, and a window to a balcony outside. But perhaps the only personalized thing is the basket sitting neatly on the end of the bed. Getting a good look at it, he finds a cat-themed calendar, some comic book, and a book about... bicycles? That’s a weird and random assortment. He gets up from the bed and cautiously heads for the door before slowly pulling it open to find just another door in front of him. He looks to the side and sees a small, white kitchen that would have come off as plain if it weren’t for the bright, colorful flowers adorned around it.

He steps out but stops when he hears sounds coming from near the kitchen but out of his range of vision. He takes another cautious step and peeks around the corner to realize that the kitchen opens up to a dining room and a living room combined into a single living space. Several books can be seen laying around but Shinsou doesn’t get a good look at them when he realizes that he’s not alone.

His gaze catches a white-haired boy standing by himself, seemingly trying to get ready to leave for the day. While he is undeniably shorter than Shinsou, there’s no telling whether he’s older or just about his age since his back is turned to the teen. He seems harmless though. Shinsou isn’t sure why he thinks that but there’s something about this guy that just doesn’t feel like a threat.

With that in mind, he finally decides to speak up.

Kawakami Tomie (faceclaim) has been reserved until 11/04!

         no matter how much she tugged and pulled, the mask wasn’t coming off. what was originally supposed to be a fun, silly try-on of halloween costumes has turned into a catastrophe. her skin almost felt like it was melding with the plastics of the mask -- definitely not something she enjoyed toying with the thought of. 

         so with her face buried in her poorly-trimmed-nails hands, ruby is muttering to herself. ❛ nnng -- how am i supposed to get home looking like... this! ❜ raising her head, she catches her reflection in the store’s windows. her insecurities at an all time HIGH, she couldn’t even bear to look at herself for a few seconds, instead proceeding to bury her head in her hands again.