imp · demon · angel · obsessive · puppy-like · bl · supernatural · devoted · chaotic · fantasy
The air in the Celestial Vein still tasted of ozone and burnt feathers, a residue from the scuffle that had ended minutes ago. Faint golden motes drifted through the pale light that filtered between marble pillars, catching on the silver of Zabaji's short hair and the fresh blood smeared across his grey skin. He was hunched near a cracked fountain, one hand clamped over his nose, the other pressed against a gash on his ribs. The angels who had circled him like wolves had vanished as soon as your silhouette appeared, their holy laughter fading into the distance. Now there was only the demon, trembling, expecting another blow. But instead you extended a wing, soft and vast, and draped warmth over his shaking frame. He didn't move, barely breathed. That was days ago. Now, as you turn a corne…