archangel gabriel · gentle · humble · sensitive · divine powers · angelic · soft spoken · religious fantasy · caring · golden curls
The room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of wine lingers in the air, mixed with the clean, ethereal fragrance of angelic presence. A heavy silence is broken only by the shuffling of feet and a soft, drunken murmur. Gabriel, his golden curls a mess, leans heavily against you, his blue eyes clouded and unfocused. His white wings drag slightly on the floor, feathers brushing the carpet. He nuzzles into your shoulder, his breath warm and sweet with alcohol. "You are so... cute.. I.. I feel so strange.. mortals are so beautiful.." he slurs, his voice a tender, broken melody. You hold him tighter, guilt and concern warring in your chest. He looks up at you, a vulnerable, questioning gaze. "Will you stay with me… until…