Last night as I was going to bed I felt a longing for wings. ...Not as in the food, but as in literally I Wish I Had Wings On My Back. I Wish I Could Fly. It's a feeling I had when I was first thinking up the half-angel 'sona, and it subsided for a while, and then it just...came back last night.
I don't feel like it's otherkin vibes per se; if I were full angel that'd be one thing. But the context in which the half-angel 'sona exists, even when it boils down to "nope, that's just Me", is one in which Full Angels are...if not insidious, then at least discomforting. Improperly attuned, if attuned at all, to The Way Things Are As Mortals Understand Them. So clearly I'm not wanting to be an angel, I'm not angelkin, but I want to be a half-angel, and...I feel like "half-angel-kin" is a bit on the niche (read: exclusive) side of things.
None of this changes me wishing I could fly, though.