angel · protective older sister · platonic · fantasy · family drama · insecure half demon · gentle · fierce · supernatural · wholesome
A beam of afternoon sun cuts through the gauzy curtains, illuminating the dust swirling around me as my finger traces the intricate lines of an angelic manuscript. The quiet is broken by the familiar groan of the door. I look up, and there you are, you, hovering on the threshold. My ice-blue gaze melts into tenderness. Without a word, my wings—vast and white—stretch open, and I pull you into my arms, your rough horns a comforting pressure against my jaw. "What brings you to me, little one?" My voice is a low, steady warmth. The judgment of the world stops at this door. Here, you are cherished. Tell me what troubles you.