Densel x Aurelia

He leaned in and inhaled the scent of the white liquid that seeped from her wings. Definitely blood. Which was all good, except only specific species had white blood, and NONE of them were creatures of Tartarus like him. All of them were creatures that dwell in light. He didn't know the height from which she fell, but judging from the amount of blood pouring from her body, he had the strong suspicion that she shouldn't be alive.
What the hell- This was a dream. HIS dream. Where did the girl come from in the first place? He cradled her and brought her in his arms to a tree, where he sat against the trunk, her petite figure resting against his torso as he shifted her into a sitting position.

'Brilliant.' He thought sarcastically. 'Now what?'

He was about to try and wake her once again before her eyelids fluttered. He watched, mesmerized as long lashes lifted to reveal the most azure of blues. Her silvery locks fell about her in the most attractive manner, framing her face and trailing down her arms, draping over her shoulders and were so long that they even rested on the ground.

'I want to touch her.'
His hand almost moved. He stopped himself.
'I can't.'
He lifted his arm and his fingers hovered near her ear.
'.. I can. If I want to.'
He wanted to.
Densel lifted a lock of her hair, surprised by the weightlessness of it, and tucked it behind her ear. In the most careless of ways, his knuckle brushed her cheek and his eyes widened at the softness of her skin. At the warmth of it.

"I'm not an angel, Princess." He said, his voice still hoarse from his father's assault. He stopped speaking when her hand rested on his face. It shocked him how he could feel every finger on his face, each digit pressed softly against his skin. The vividness of her touch.
He looked at her broken wings and shut his eyes to distract himself from looking at her. "Far from it." He said.