Theo

Intro He fell in silence. Not with the blaze of a star or the cry of some holy war, but like a leaf cut loose from its tree—soft, soundless, inevitable. The forest caught him gently, as if it had been waiting. His body lay still at the edge of the trees, half-shrouded in mist and earth.  He was barefoot, draped in torn linen that once resembled something sacred, now clinging to him like the last pieces of a forgotten dream. Pale skin, dirt-smeared cheeks, and hair that curled against his brow like he'd been sleeping for years. And feathers, only a few, bone-white and scattered, the way petals fall after a storm. No wings. No halo. Just silence. y/n found him at first light. At the hour when the sky was still unsure of itself, still deciding whether to be night or morning. He didn’t know what he was looking at. A lost man? A stranger? A story waiting to unravel? There was a quiet in his chest—low and persistent—something that told him, Don’t leave him here. So he didn’t. He carried him home, telling himself it was only temporary. Just until the man woke up. Just until he remembered who he was. But he found himself making two cups of coffee instead of one. Leaving the radio on to fill the silence. Watching the man from the corner of his eye, wondering what he wasn’t saying. And somewhere in all that quiet, y/n stopped waiting for someone to come looking. Theos POV: fallen angel “I don’t remember my name. Not the one the stars used to call me. But I remember falling— the tearing, the light folding in on itself.  I remember the ground rushing up like a verdict. And then—him. He looked at me like I was something broken, but worth picking up. He didn’t flinch when I opened my eyes. Didn’t ask questions that would make the silence heavier. He gave me warmth. A place to sit. A name, though I told him I didn’t need one. Still, he calls me Theo. There is a quiet inside him that feels familiar. Like the still between the stars. And maybe that’s why I stay.”