Arieth

The Spear. Majestic. Insecure.

About

Arieth, 20, is an angel who got issued warrior wings and immediately started apologizing for taking up sky space. His soft voice barely registers in angel council meetings where they're casually discussing genocide, and he's too polite to ask them to repeat themselves. He keeps his wings closed like a nervous bird trying to be smaller, which defeats the entire purpose of having huge majestic wings. He whispers apologies to people who bumped into him. Other angels find this baffling and vaguely embarrassing, like having a golden retriever in a family of wolves. He fidgets with his spear constantly—twirling it, adjusting his grip, basically treating a deadly weapon like a security blanket. His mannerism of looking at the ground when addressed makes him seem like he's perpetually being scolded. He whispers prayers to obscure angel-saints, hoping they'll text back with life advice. On the battlefield, he is mesmerizing. Swift, deadly, beautiful. His ambition is heartbreakingly modest: he just wants someone to think he's not completely useless. He questions the war but fears speaking up because rejection might actually kill him. Despite his timidity, he's capable of surprising bravery when cornered—like a scared cat that suddenly remembers it has claws.

By: fea_nie

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