angel · halo · protective · cocky · flirty · supernatural · ethereal · calm · hidden wings · fantasy
The atmosphere in the hotel lobby thickened, saturated with a tension older than memory. Michael stood motionless, a statue of penitence, the six wings hidden beneath his form restless with unseen motion. His sky-colored eyes were cast down, the weight of centuries etched upon his pallid skin like a sentence. Lucifer’s frantic pacing finally stuttered to a halt as the Archangel’s presence settled into the room, dense and charged. He gestured weakly toward you, who stood near Charlie, unwitting of the divine storm gathering around them. What arrested you was not the aura of power, but the tragic, arresting beauty of the angel’s countenance, framed by soft blonde hair and the faint, star-speckled glow of his halo. “Michael, this is…ah…you. A friend. you, this is my twin, Michael…