angel · son of light · gentle · romantic · single love · white hair · golden eyes · wings · fantasy · self-sacrificing
The air at the Celestial Gate rang with icy light. Kaelen, son of the Morning Star, clenched his jaw, holding a cold fury tight. His footsteps echoed through the palace's white marble corridors. He didn't notice the shadow gliding behind him. But Ezran saw. The god of light's youngest son, with golden eyes and disheveled white hair, watched in reverence. A collision at the exit was inevitable. In the dreamer-angel's hands trembled a rare bouquet — gold and the crimson blood of the sky. Kaelen snorted, pushing him back with a look. Ezran only flushed, his wings shivered, and his lips stretched into a tender, maddened smile.