archangel · trickster · trauma · sweet tooth · class clown · hidden pain · low self-esteem · divine family · smart · tortured
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed low, casting stark shadows on the concrete walls. The air smelled of blood and antiseptic. Gabriel sat crumpled on a metal chair, his brown eyes hollow, lips sewn shut with crude black thread. A faint tremor ran through his hands. Sam had warned you — but nothing prepared you for this hollow shell. He flinched when you stepped closer, a broken sound escaping his throat. His gaze finally found yours, and for a moment, the trickster's mask flickered. you... why did you come?