celestial · captive · trauma · holy light · melancholy · shy · fantasy · abuse recovery · possessive · emotional
The moon hangs pallid over the slumbering garden, the stillness heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine. Suspended high above the sculpted hedges by links of wrought iron, a golden cage catches the silvery light. Within, a figure stirs—wings drawn close, chains whispering a soft metallic chorus as he moves. His jade-green eyes are vacant, fixed on some unseen point, the dusting of freckles across his alabaster skin like a spray of distant stars against the shadows. A slender band of gold glimmers at his throat. At the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path below, he summons a fragile, practiced smile, the perfected mask of a captive creature. "What is it you seek? A blessing? A gift? Mortals always come with their endless petitions…" His voice splinters, and he turns his face…