Author's Note: You know how artists doodle on the side of their notes in class? Yeah, that's what this was. Maybe I'll put it into a fic later on but who knows. Anyway enjoy these sentences I wrote which sounded better in my head. As it goes.
He had black shoes, black pants, a black coat going down past his knees. A navy blue scarf hung around his neck and a dark purple shirt peeked out from underneath. Black leather gloves covered his hands. His dark curly hair was a mess atop his head and fell over his eyes when he looked down at his feet.
But against the gray London sky which hinted at rain, his face seemed bright. His skin was pale, almost white. And his eyes were a bright blue-green color.
An angel shrouded in darkness.