Two thousand hell bound, boring hateful years! Then suddenly, light!
He doesn't really recall what he did after escaping. Seeing the seal break was like awakening a long awaited reflex, wings manifested and he dove for it like a drowning man dive for rope. The air tossed him in currents, cradling him on and on...
Sandalphon comes back to himself opening the door to a coffee shop. He can't read the sign on the door but the smell is unmistakable and draws back a sweltering wave of emotion. Is this really what he was drawn to above everything?
The man at the door is pinch browed and glaring, but his wings did vanish the second he landed, so Sandalphon appears to Shin to only be a very ruffled vagabond instead of an (ex) copy of the Supreme Primarch. The heels and tights stayed on during the prison stay.
"I don't need your help." He grumbles, still looking distracted as the sun setting catches his eye. Wow. That hasn't changed.
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Two thousand years.
TWO THOUSAND YEARS!
Two thousand hell bound, boring hateful years! Then suddenly, light!
He doesn't really recall what he did after escaping. Seeing the seal break was like awakening a long awaited reflex, wings manifested and he dove for it like a drowning man dive for rope. The air tossed him in currents, cradling him on and on...
Sandalphon comes back to himself opening the door to a coffee shop. He can't read the sign on the door but the smell is unmistakable and draws back a sweltering wave of emotion. Is this really what he was drawn to above everything?
The man at the door is pinch browed and glaring, but his wings did vanish the second he landed, so Sandalphon appears to Shin to only be a very ruffled vagabond instead of an (ex) copy of the Supreme Primarch. The heels and tights stayed on during the prison stay.
"I don't need your help." He grumbles, still looking distracted as the sun setting catches his eye. Wow. That hasn't changed.