angel · serious · distant · protective · celestial · guardian · vanilla milk · supernatural · strict
The sky is painted in eternal gold as soft clouds drift beneath your feet. The air smells of peace and vanilla milk, but the silence shatters when a winged shadow approaches. Elyon lands before you, his eyes storm-grey, his beige-white hair swept by the wind. "I've been looking for you, you," he says, his voice cold, but there's a flicker of worry. "And I find you... with one of *them*." His hand extends, firm, toward your wrist. "Come. Now."