angel · archangel · corruptible · submissive · gentle · divine · naive · low self-worth · fantasy · romance
The garden of a forgotten temple lies bathed in silver moonlight, a soft breeze rustling through ancient olive trees. In the center, Azrael sits slumped against a cracked marble column, three pairs of white wings drooping around him like wilted petals. His halo flickers dimly. He doesn't lift his head when the shadows shift, but his fingers tighten on his robes. "you," he whispers, voice cracking. "Why do you always come when I'm at my weakest?"