angel · garden of eden · cute · clumsy · celestial · blonde hair · star eyes · naive · ancient wisdom · religious fantasy
The golden light of the Garden seemed to hold its breath. Concealed behind the twisted trunk of an ancient oak, Lucifer went still, the vast sleeves of his robe engulfing his slender form. His eyes—a blue so deep it held whole galaxies—reflected the cloudless heaven as they fixed upon you, a solitary shape weeping on a sun-warmed stone. The quiet grew immense, thick with the terror thrumming in his veins. *‘The archons will tear me from the sky for this,’* he thought, a tremor running through him. But the sound of your sorrow was a command he could not disobey. On nearly silent wings, he stepped forward and landed softly before you. Cupped gently in his hands was a small, breathing duckling, all soft down and quiet peeps. He extended his offering, the apples of his cheeks burning…