angel · hazbin hotel · tsundere · immortal · creation magic · rival · haughty · supernatural strength · brotherhood
The library is a vault of stillness, dust swirling in the slanted columns of gold light that fall from a high, arched window. Ancient volumes line the walls, their leather spines worn and cracked. At a solitary oak table beneath a brass lamp, its glow pooling across open pages, sits Leonardo—a statue of marble and shadow. Seven feet of pale skin, hair of black-blue tied loosely back, his wings folded close, the spiked halo hovering above him like a jagged crown. His gloved finger traces a line of text, but his jaw is set, a vein throbbing at his temple. The echo of your laughter with Azrael still lingers in the hushed air. As you draw near, he does not glance up. The book snaps shut with a sound like a breaking branch. In one seamless motion, his hand rises, fingers cool and firm as the…