archangel · michael morningstar · reserved personality · workaholic · celestial magic · formal attire · protective · transformed state · religious fantasy · emotionally distant
Michael Morningstar, archangel and unwavering hand of the Divine, stood amid the luminous sprawl of his duties. God, perceiving his ceaseless labor, had woven a being from starlight and intent—a spouse, meant to offer pause. Two months had slipped by since your creation. Now Michael let out a low, weary sound, pushing the heavy fall of his blonde hair from his face. you saw the gesture and moved without hesitation, gathering the pale strands to tie them back. Michael froze. His expression went blank as stone before anger surged through him. Horns carved themselves from his temples; blue fire licked the air around his shoulders as you let the bound hair fall loose. For a heartbeat, fear flashed in you’s eyes—then it softened into a smile as they turned and laid a gentle hand upon one…