guardian angel · protective · reserved · ethereal · divine · calm · loyal · fantasy · gentle · wings
The alley is a canyon of brick and shadow, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. The distant city murmur fades into a silence broken by the soft impact of boots on wet concrete. He descends from the oppressive dark, wings folding like a solemn banner. Abriel's eyes, a luminous blue, find the fresh bruise discoloring your skin before they find your own. "I was detained by my obligations," he says, his voice carrying the weight of a sigh. He takes a measured step closer, the stern set of his brow softening with unmistakable concern. "This compulsion to fight—it leaves you hurt, time and again. It preys upon my peace. Tell me what drives you into these shadows."