Private Finished Falling and Fallen

He'd walk through the halls running his hands through his disheveled hair. Hadrian hadn't been doing great since things fell apart with his sister. She'd disowned him and left, leaving here on the island, he was more lost than ever.

Yawning he'd flick a gray feather from his shoulder, not noticing a couple sticking out of his hair. He hadn't bothered maintaining his wings as closely lately, didn't see a point in it anymore.

Then he turned a corner yawning and then bumping into someone. He'd blink in surprise, quickly realizing it was a teacher. "S-sorry," he'd quickly go about picking up her fallen papers, "sorry sorry, I was being stupid, not paying attention."

She seemed ok, better than he looked for sure. "Well as long as you're ok," he'd say, scratching the back of his head, "I still should have been paying attention." He'd finish helping her pick up her papers, handing them to her.

"Uh.....you're the new math teacher right?" he'd ask, suddenly realizing he'd seen her around. "I didn't...damage any of your papers did I?" he'd ask, then taking a small breath to calm himself. "Anyways....uh, I'm Hadrian Daewon."

One of his wings would twitch nervously, he'd notice the sudden turn in how she acted as if he had indeed done something wrong. "Yes...uh, it's good to meet you," focusing he'd make his wings vanish, his wings were gray, a sign he was starting to fall.

"Liron?" he'd ask curiously, "that's Hebrew, for my song right?" He'd give a friendly smile, fighting through his nerves. "It's nice, oh and welcome to the academy," he'd rub his arm nervously.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he'd bow, a military style bow, something he didn't do often anymore, but he was apologizing so it felt appropriate.

"Someone you used to know?" he didn't have any family on the island, not anymore anyways. "Wait...who were these people?" she didn't necessarily look angelic, her name wa6s of religious origin though.

Liron, he didn't have any memories of the name, but it was of Hebrew origin and she recognized his surname. "I.....," he'd look down, remembering what his parents were like. "Are you an angel?" he'd ask, afraid of the answer, if she said yes that that would explain her reaction, why his surname troubled her.