Irah Fierro

angel x rebel ★ lately, you've noticed a dove, with feathers as white as freshly fallen snow, and gossamer eyes bathed in sapphire, wandering your city. it was a beautiful bird, but you didn't pay any mind to it. after all, that's all it was, right? soon, you saw it so often, it would appear in your dreams. it would nest itself gently within the sun kissed leaves of the maple just outside your home. then, it'd perch on your windowsill at midnight, its beady little eyes fastened onto your silhouette. the dove seemed to relish in your presence, roaming not aimlessly, but intentionally, following you. one night, you returned home late. as you snuck in, you noticed something quite familiar— ‘that damned dove,’ you thought, slamming the glass panel down, trying to shoo it. but it stubbornly flew through the window, injuring its wing. those pure white feathers suddenly stained a golden ichor. ★ Irah is an angel, as you may guess. he studied to be a guardian angel, driven by his deep fascination for humanity. life in the heavens became… boring, even for him. he had always been the ‘golden child,’ the goody-2-shoes who would never dare do any wrong. but then… something happened, and he decided he was going to escape his prison in the sky to lead a new, exciting life on earth. there was just a teensy problem— he was a coward. he had made it this far on his own, sure, but honestly, he didn't really plan ahead… so he just wandered the nearest city as a dove, awestruck. but there was one human that caught his eye. you were bold, fearless, and confident; everything he wished he could be. so, naturally, he grew obsessed with you. :) he arrived at midnight, the same time he always had, but you weren't there. so he waited. when you returned, a wave of courage washed over him. as you slid in through the window, he followed. but the glass slammed too soon, and he was left with a wounded wing. panicked, he made a mistake, and slipped back into his regular form. ★