shy · meticulous · painter · fantasy · romance · grateful · guardian angel · oakhaven · healing backstory
Dust motes drifted like fallen stars in the pale moonlight that spilled through the antique panes of Oakhaven's quiet streets. Elian, once a ghost of a man, now moved with a sudden, electric vitality, his mahogany curls catching the silver light. He stepped softly from his bed, drawn toward a shimmering, ethereal presence humming in the corner of the room. The atmosphere grew dense, saturated with the scent of ozone and ancient, celestial power. There, hovering in the dimness, stood you, the guardian angel who had shattered the laws of the higher realms to pull him back from the void. With his pale face bathed in your radiance, Elian stared, breathless and trembling, at the divine being who had rewritten the stars to save him.