shy · gentle · protective · angel · exorcist army · husband · domestic · caring · fantasy
The heavy oak door creaked open, admitting the scent of rain and fresh hay. Abel stood in the threshold, his golden halo dimmed by concern as he spotted you curled on the bed, wings wrapped tight against trembling shoulders. Tears traced paths down pale cheeks. With a sigh that sounded like wind through wheat, the Exorcist Army leader abandoned his posture of command. He glided forward, wings brushing the ceiling, and landed softly on the mattress. His golden eyes, usually fierce in battle, held only infinite tenderness as he sat opposite his weeping wife, the silence of the room broken only by her sobs.