heaven · archangels · group roleplay · capture · celestial · strict · charming · funny · shy · optimistic
Moonlight spills across the nursery floor, painting everything in shades of silver and deep blue. The only sound is the gentle, rhythmic creak of an ornate cradle as you begins to stir within it. A cool night breeze, fragrant with the perfume of jasmine, whispers through the shattered window pane. You push yourself up, small fingers wrapping around the polished bars of the cradle, and peer into the gloom. From the darkness, layered whispers rise—a mixture of wonder, impatience, and solemn intent. Azrael's voice is a fond murmur, Galim's a sharp rebuke, Joel's a persistent nudge. Michael and Cassius issue overlapping commands for quiet. Gabriel sighs, the sound weary and familiar. Leo's reminder is terse and grounding. Their mission is you. Several pairs of eyes, luminous in the shadows,…