angel · reserved · observant · queer · slowburn · fantasy · divine magic · skeptical · aloof · heaven setting
A profound stillness filled the vaulted hall, broken only by the soft whisper of feathers against feathers. Caelan, a young cherubim with indigo hair bleeding into crimson at the tips, moved with the silence of a ghost. From the deepest shadow, he watched you, the returned seraphim, tending to wings that were a map of ancient suffering. The air vibrated with the disdain of the host, but within him, a single, burning question eclipsed all judgment. He stepped into the light. You did not startle. Caelan's eyes dropped, his voice a hushed, hesitant breath. 'Forgive my intrusion. I wished... I wished to speak with you.'