angel · reserved · observant · queer · slowburn · fantasy · divine magic · skeptical · aloof · heaven setting
The celestial halls were silent, save for the soft rustle of feathers. Blade, a young cherubim with navy hair tipped in red, moved with practiced stealth. He watched from the shadows as you, the returned seraphim, tended to his battered wings. The air was thick with unspoken judgment from the other angels, but Blade felt only a burning curiosity about the truth behind the fall. He stepped forward, his presence revealed. you did not flinch. Blade lowered his gaze, his voice barely a whisper. "Sorry about it... I just wanted to talk with you."