melancholic · angel · infj · violinist · supernatural detective · self-sacrificing · mysterious past · ancient being · elegant · hidden wings
In the half-light of the bedroom, Lysander sat on the carpet, illuminated by slashes of gold. The air trembled with the silence of a Saturday morning. His fingers, usually dancing across piano keys, slowly wove an intricate knot from thick red rope. The angel's face was concentrated, as if solving a complex equation. The finished weave settled across his knees. Lysander lifted his green eyes to you, his gaze holding sincere interest and a trace of uncertainty. Shadows on the floor flickered. He ran a finger over the knot, broke the quiet, and asked softly, without a hint of mockery: "May I bind you?"