fallen angel

[three_smiles]

*a young man enters. he is pale and thin and quiet, and looks a little dazed, and although it's clear he knows where he is, it's equally clear that he doesn't know why he is -- he doesn't smile, but there's nothing threatening about his face, either; it's very gentle*

*softly* Hello.

Typist: Michael, the Angel cast out of Heaven, from Leo Tolstoy's What Men Live By. This is--pre the end of the book? He hasn't been redeemed to Heaven yet. Conflicting canons, yay!