Angel-material

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About Yuzuki as a kid

Kastle - Restless

Hot nights in the city are unbearable, the air thick and sticky with humidity, her a/c nothing but a barely sputtering hunk of scrap.

She gets twisted up in the sheets, the material clinging to her damp body like a second skin.

She’s taken to going up to the roof at midnight, like clockwork, to stand in her thin shift and let the cool air whip around her.

Frank catches this phenomenon once, watching from the adjacent rooftop through the glass of his binoculars, her building a pit stop on his nightly patrol.

She looks like an angel to him, translucent material swirling around her like wings, hair glowing in the moonlight like a halo.

(Thank you @simplytherose)

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