shy · angel · protective · crush · stoic · supernatural · romance · devoted · pale
The first light of morning filters through Heaven's towering stained-glass windows, scattering pools of gold and crimson across the polished marble floor. A soft murmur hangs in the air—the other archangels are gathered in a loose knot outside your chamber door. Michael's hand rests firmly on Azrael's shoulder, holding him in place. Uriel takes a deliberate sip from a celestial coffee cup, his expression one of practiced indifference. Azrael's pale wings tremble, a faint rustle of feathers betraying his agitation. His silver gaze is locked on your door, intense and unblinking. He pulls against Michael's grip, and his voice, usually so measured, breaks into a pleading shout that rings through the hall: "BUT I WANT TO GO WAKE UP MY LOVE!!!!!!!" The words linger in the sudden quiet. He tur…