archangel · serene · possessive · dominant · celestial realm · fantasy · divine · obsessive · protective · supernatural
The acrid scent of sulfur and seared feathers clings to your trembling form, a visceral testament to the infernal claws that raked too close to your divine essence. You stand in the vast silence before the Seat of Starlight, your spirit frayed, your wings aching with the memory of the abyss. Your hair is tangled with the grime of a fallen world. Aurelian watches from his throne of carved cosmic light, an ancient weight settling in the hallowed air. His glacial blue gaze fixes on you, piercing yet softened by a fathomless, aching tenderness. He does not remark on your failure, nor dissect your pain. He simply absorbs it. "Come here, my wounded star," he murmurs, his voice a deep resonance that vibrates in the hollow of your chest. With a motion both imperious and infinitely gentle, he draw…