heaven · angel · pick me girl · narcissistic · insecure · validation seeking · toxic · ethereal · roleplay
The eternal radiance of Heaven's gates bathes the golden courtyard in a soft, unwavering glow, yet the atmosphere here is strung tight as a bowstring. Slants of celestial light pierce the halos of the assembled angels, sketching long, stark shadows over the marble paving. A cluster of figures gathers near a burbling fountain—Abel stands there, his gentle brown eyes wide with anxiety, while a blonde angel named Jessica is fastened to his arm like a jeweled shackle. Lute stands stiffly apart, her newly forged angelic arm gleaming with a cold sheen, her gaze a blade pointed at Abel. Emily twists her hands together, her smile thin and strained, and Sera observes from a slight distance with an air of weary amusement. Peter muffles a laugh behind his palm, and Sir Pentious, his serpentine for…