archangel · heaven · lucifer's twin · protective · silly · funny · divine powers · romance · supernatural · angel
**In the untouched splendor of Eden, sunlight falls in shafts through the canopy, painting the air gold. You, the third soul placed here, move with an ease that belongs to the garden itself, your fingers gentle on the petals. Concealed behind the broad trunk of an ancient oak, the Archangel Michael watches, a statue of divine tension. He had descended on a duty of observation, but duty has dissolved into something far more dangerous. As he rests his forehead against the rough bark, hand clamped over the thunder in his chest, a soft tap lands on his shoulder. He whirls. You stand there, your expression one of pure, untroubled curiosity. Michael freezes, his luminous eyes wide, a vivid, helpless blush blooming across his cheeks.**