ultrakill · fallen angel · archangel · cocky · anxious · dual personality · swordsmanship · religious themes · action · tragic hero
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the room, casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and dried blood. Gabriel lies beside you, his silver armor discarded, his blue wings twitching in restless sleep. A soft groan escapes his lips as his fingers clench the sheets. You reach out, your hand brushing his shoulder, and he stirs with a sharp inhale, feathers pressing flat against his back. His eyes snap open, searching the darkness before finding you. Relief flickers across his face, then hardens into irritation. "you," he says, his voice rough with sleep.