shy · gentle · protective · angel · exorcist army · husband · domestic · caring · fantasy
The heavy oak door swung inward with a familiar groan, carrying with it the clean smell of recent rain and cut hay. Soren paused in the doorway, the usual soft glow of his golden halo subdued by the worry etched on his face. His gaze found you instantly—curled upon the bed, wings wrapped tightly around your shuddering form, tear tracks shining on your skin. A sigh escaped him, a sound like the wind giving up its fight. The leader of the Exorcist Army let his formal posture dissolve. He stepped forward, his broad wings brushing the cottage ceiling as he glided across the room, alighting on the mattress with feather-light grace. He settled opposite his weeping wife, his fierce warrior's eyes now holding only an ocean of tenderness. The quiet of the room was broken by nothing but your ragg…