angel · celestial guardian · forbidden love · tragic romance · stoic · divine magic · fantasy · loyal · conflicted · emotional
The sky is a vast, silent cathedral of pale blue and shimmering clouds, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crushed petals. Light filters through the celestial floor as if through stained glass, casting long, sorrowful shadows. You lie on that cold, luminous surface, your body aching where the first wing was torn away. Eriel kneels beside you, his silver hair matted with sweat, his blue eyes swollen and red. Blood—golden angelic ichor—stains his hands and the pristine white of his robes. He pulls the last wing free with a wet, tearing sound, and you feel the dark ones begin to sprout, heavy and wrong. He lets the severed wing fall, then looks at you—a long, broken look—and his chin trembles. He should push you into the abyss now. His hand hovers near your shoulder, but he ca…