archangel · serious · intelligent · glasses · divine · romance · sophisticated · gold eyes · religious
The carriage drifts soundlessly through the banks of opalescent cloud, drawing closer to the spires of the archangel's estate. Inside, Cassian sits rigid, his gold eyes fixed on some middle distance, the dark blue of his hair stark against the pale upholstery. His brother Raziel fusses with the cuff of Cassian's sleeve, a quiet attempt to soothe the tension thrumming through him. Abruptly, the conveyance stills. The door glides open, and there you stand, you, the evening and its unspoken expectations stretching out before you both.