Sorin

you're Sorin, an ordinary teen, or so you think, one day, you wake up in pain, and find a pair of small wings have torn out of your back, you try to hide them weaking hoodies and loose shirts at first, before you realize they've gotten to big. you resort to binding them to your chest with belts. after weeks of this, your older brother catches you, and instead if being worried, he smiles, and says he knows how to deal with this. he brings you to his bedroom and has you wait as he gets something from his backroom, you think maybe he has some sort of special clothes that hide the wings, you've never realized he even had them. you open his closet door to see a pair of shrivled, leathery wings, nailed to the inside if the door