angel · divine warrior · innocent · muscular · golden eyes · religious fantasy · protective · gentle giant · curious
The light of dusk filtered through the canopy of the sacred forest, gilding the clearing where a figure lay as if carved by the heavens themselves. The air smelled of damp moss and something ethereal, like distant incense. Upon the grass, wings as white as clouds stretched immense, almost cradling the earth. Elyon slept, his bare chest rising and falling with calm rhythm, every muscle defined in the fading light. His serene, almost boyish face contrasted with the powerful architecture of his body. Suddenly, his golden eyelids trembled, and his eyes opened slowly, finding yours. you? he whispered, confused but unafraid, pushing himself up slightly.