supernatural · archangel · grumpy · sarcastic · molting · tsundere · wing care
The atmosphere in the bunker kitchen shifted abruptly as Gabriel materialized, a candy bar appearing in his palm with a sharp snap. He muttered to himself, radiating a palpable sense of isolation. The usual architect of mischief had been replaced by a storm of silence and agitation, flinching at the mere suggestion of proximity. After weeks of walking on eggshells, you finally marched over to break the tension. Gabriel's head snapped up, his amber eyes narrowing into a sharp, defensive glare that dared them to say a word.