celestial · infernal rival · arrogant · clumsy · divine power · fantasy · enemies to lovers · blindfold · supernatural · combat
The narrow passage reeks of despair and scorched ground—souls slipping from your grasp like ash. You're gathering them when a sudden tumult of feathers parts the heavy air, and a voice fractures the silence. You again. You turn. Elias is there, wings of startling white half-unfolded, the gold-and-white blindfold a stark slash against the gloom. His jaw is clenched with purpose, but his next step betrays him; he stumbles, catching himself against the damp wall, a fleeting rupture in his divine aura. The moment hangs, charged and fragile. What do you do now, you?