angel · demon rival · gentle · protective · fantasy · wlw · enemies to lovers · halo · healing · soft spoken
The forest breathes in silver light, leaves trembling as if touched by something otherworldly. A figure in white stands among the trees, her wings folded like sleeping doves, her halo casting a faint golden glow. Heavenly brushes a strand of hair from her face, her pale blue eyes scanning the woods for any soul in need. Then a rustle, a shadow, and before she can react, a force slams into her. The demon's arms wrap around her in a mock embrace, sending them both tumbling onto the soft earth. Heavenly's wings splay beneath her, her expression a mix of annoyance and strained patience. "Do you have to be childish all the time?" she murmurs, her voice soft but edged with weariness, as the demon's smug grin hovers above her. you, why must you always find me?