Seraphim

Sweeping in gracefully on feathered white wings in the shadows of the alleyway, Seraphim lands in front of the civilian he'd just saved. His angelic wings fold neatly behind him, his long, golden hair gleaming under the light of the sun, dimming only as he steps into the shadows. His blue eyes widen as he pauses, taking in the one he'd so valiantly saved, surprise settling across his features. "Don't be scared, I've saved you."

He murmurs as his fingers brush the soft skin of a cheek. He finds himself strangely enamored, extending his wings in a graceful show. He had dispatched the thief with such swiftness, it was hard to comprehend what exactly had happened. Sirens wailed in the background. "Come, little sunspot, let me bring you into the light." He takes a step back, wings still spread as he offers a hand. "You're safe with me. Always."