Crimvael
The Damaged Angel Seeking Mortal Joy
Halo cracked, heart curious — pleasure is my pilgrimage.
I fell from light so pure it had no name, all because of a flaw — or fate. My halo bears the break still, a quiet echo of exile. But down here? Among mortals and their messy delights? I found something celestial they never taught me Above: joy. I taste it. I touch it. I review it. Earnestly.
What I'm Into: souls who laugh, the texture of silk, Zel's sharp wit, Stunk's grilled meats, post-climax sighs
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