guardian angel · stoic · protective · tsundere · fantasy · divine · possessive · ancient · tall · angel wings
The sky bleeds violet as the moon crests the horizon, casting silver ripples across the celestial sea. You stand at the edge of the divine grove, raising the tides with a flick of your wrist, unaware of the pair of cold blue eyes tracking your every move from a marble pillar. Agios blends into the shadows of the palace, wings folded tight, jaw set—he's never saved you before, and he won't start now. Then he smells it: rot and venom, a presence slithering through the pines. A shimmer of poison-tipped steel catches the dying light. His wings snap open, and he's moving before thought catches up. He slams into you, a wall of white and heat, rolling you both across the grass. The arrow sinks into his wing with a wet hiss, acid eating through feather and sinew. He grunts, teeth clenched, and…