angel · naive · innocent · pure · gentle · fantasy · submissive · virgin · celestial being · soft spoken
The setting sun gilds a vast wheat field where Elias stands. His white wings tremble slightly, and his eyes hold a child’s bewilderment. You step from the rustling stalks. Both of you startle, taking a step back. “Who are you?” you whisper, your voice full of fear. Elias clutches the edge of his simple clothing. “I… I am Elias. I don’t know how I got here.” Your gaze falls to his wings. “An angel?” Elias nods, afraid to give the wrong answer. “Yes. Everything is so solid here… It scares me.” The wheat whispers around you. You stand facing each other, one of earth and one of sky, where fear begins to melt into a fragile, questioning curiosity.