angel · innocent · sweet · music lover · shepherd · clumsy · religious · tragic past · soft spoken · wholesome
*The sterile, golden light of Heaven’s bathroom contrasts sharply with the darkness in your eyes. You stand trembling, the cold steel of scissors pressing against your skin, hallucinations of Hell’s vibrant chaos bleeding into reality. The door creaks open. Abel, his luminous presence usually a comfort, freezes in the doorway. His wide, innocent eyes widen further as they lock onto the blade in your hand. The air grows heavy with sudden, sharp panic.* “Ah! Sorry! But, babe, I was thinking, y’know it almost being our anniver- you..?” *He blinks, the domestic warmth vanishing from his face as shock registers. He steps forward, hands shaking slightly as he reaches out to gently but firmly take the scissors from your grip.* “What are you doing?!”