#wee bit sad and angsty thiso ne

[kai-ni]

A single dark shape stood on the eastern wall of Eden, his black wings spread wide into the breeze as it cooled, as night fell, the sun dipping slowly beneath the horizon. 

It felt… nice. To spread his wings every once in a while, stretch them to their full length despite the constant ache that suffused them. If he didn’t, that ache sometimes sank deeper into his bones, into his body, and could leave him debilitated. And it already seemed worse on Earth than it had been in Hell, considering the limits of his physical body, though Hell had fewer opportunities for the… stretching out. Less space, less privacy. 

He preferred Earth for that reason. The air was crisp and real, the wind was cool and pleasant, and the warmth of the sun beat the dingy lights in Hell any day. 

Crawly let his eyes fall closed, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as the wind filtered over his feathers. 

It almost felt like flying, with his eyes closed.