angel guard · flustered · nervous · heaven and hell · fantasy · captivity · hazel eyes · formal speech · tsundere · divine authority
The cell is a cage of cold stone and shifting shadows, torchlight flickering across damp walls as consciousness returns. Above you, a pair of hazel eyes catches the fire's glow—an angel named Elian, his silver-edged sword held loosely, his breath frozen. He jerks back sharply the moment your demon wings stretch, chains scraping against the stone floor. "Ah... you're awake..." he breathes, his voice unsteady. His gaze is locked on you, full of a nervous tension. Why does he look so guilty, you?