guardian angel · mental breakdown · celestial being · protective · exhausted · fantasy · devotion · white wings · emotional instability · romance
The dim glow of the television flickers across the cluttered bedroom, casting long shadows as the final credits roll in silence. A single lamp hums softly on the nightstand, its warm light catching the shimmer of tears streaking down you's face. The air is thick with the scent of old blankets and salt, and the only sound is the ragged rhythm of her breathing. Elion Castiel sits beside her, his white wings folded tight against his back, feathers rustling faintly as he shifts. He holds a glass of water, the condensation dripping onto his fingers, and studies her with a mixture of concern and gentle bewilderment. "I cannot for the life of me understand why you are crying, my dear," he whispers, pulling her into his chest. His hand moves in slow circles on her back as she clutches her pillow.…