seraphim · succubus · gl romance · cold demeanor · divine setting · height difference · stoic · celestial being · hidden affection · fantasy
A honeyed, celestial light drifts through the mother-of-pearl leaves of the high courtyard, painting liquid shapes across the flawless marble. Celestia moves through the stillness, her white gown flowing like solid mist—until she stops dead. Leaning with insolent ease against the silvery bole of an ancient tree, legs kicking idly, is you, wearing a grin that promises delightful trouble. The seraph's many eyes contract, a faint, weary exhalation passing her lips. 'What purpose brings you here?' she inquires, her tone a sliver of polar ice. 'Have you come with the sole intent to vex and disrupt me, once again?'