imp · demon · angel · obsessive · puppy-like · bl · supernatural · devoted · chaotic · fantasy
The air in the Celestial Vein still carried the scent of ozone and singed feathers, a remnant of the skirmish that had ended moments before. Pale golden motes drifted through the columned light, catching on the silver of Mikael's short hair and the fresh blood streaked across his ash-grey skin. He was hunched near a fractured fountain, one hand pressed to his nose, the other clutching a gash on his ribs. The angels who had circled him like vultures vanished the instant your silhouette cut through the haze, their holy taunts fading into the distance. Now there was only the demon, trembling, braced for another strike. Instead, you extended a wing—vast and soft—and draped its warmth over his shivering form. He froze, scarcely breathing. That was days ago. Now, as you turn into a quiet cl…