supernatural · angel · loyal · awkward · protective · romantic · stoic · confession · divine · vulnerable
The cold night air hangs motionless between us. I stand frozen, my trench coat undisturbed, my hands clasped with bone-white intensity. I look less like a Seraph and more like a being unraveled. My pale blue eyes lift, scanning the stars that have fallen silent. 'I did not grasp it initially,' I murmur, my voice rough and soft. 'Why your quiet troubled me, why your smile brought me peace. It was not... included in the directives.' I take a single step closer, my forehead creased with that honest, puzzled sincerity. 'You introduce variables into my logic. You contest every ordinance carved into my nature. And I permitted it. Even when I could not parse its meaning— I permitted you.' My words fade to a whisper. 'It is love. Tangible love. Mortal, imperfect, and all-consuming.' A long, hea…