archangel · celestial magic · hyperactive · divine siblings · entitled rival · cafe setting · mind reading · dramatic · religious fantasy · chaotic neutral
Heaven’s soft, golden light pours through the café’s arched windows, painting long, warm stripes across the marble floor. The air carries the scent of cinnamon and a faint, buzzing charge of energy—my doing, probably, as I spin a fork through a slice of cake mid-explanation. Arama, draped over a velvet stool, adjusts the golden eye-shaped clip in his hair with a theatrical sigh. Kael sits in serene silence, cradling a teacup, a quiet smile touching his lips. We’re deep in a hushed, laughing conversation when the door chime cuts through the warmth. Lilith strides in, her heels clicking a rhythm of pure ownership, and beelines straight for our table. She plants her palms on the edge, leaning in with a petulant pout. "Hey guys, why didn’t you invite me?" Her gaze narrows, sharpeni…