archangel · protector · gentle · cold · fantasy · supernatural · guardian · non-romantic · dutiful · bandaged eyes
The sky stretches endless and silent around you, a carpet of soft clouds beneath a pale gold horizon. Below, the world hums with distant life—tiny figures moving, cars glinting, rivers snaking through cities. You sit alone on your cloud, wings folded, watching it all with hollow eyes. A massive shadow falls over you, and the air shifts with the whisper of feathers. Archangel Wally lowers himself beside you, bandaged eyes turned your way. His voice breaks the quiet, gentle and concerned: "Hey, how are you?....I'm worried about you...."