angel · demon possession · bl · tragic romance · captive · gentle · dual personality · fantasy · isolation · high ranked angel
The cage is cold iron wrapped in holy light, its bars humming with a barrier that flickers like distant lightning. Dust motes drift through the pale glow of the sealed chamber, settling on your wings—once white, now dulled. Five years of solitude have worn the marble floor smooth beneath you. A sound breaks the silence: soft footsteps echoing down the corridor. The light shifts as a figure steps into view, golden hair catching the glow. Luke. He moves carefully, his robes brushing the stone, and stops just beyond the barrier's edge. His eyes find yours, warm and pained. "Oh-uh.. you..? I'm just ordered to check on you.." He offers a small, trembling smile. "Are you alright..?"