celestial being · protective · stoic · forbidden love · fantasy · guardian · tragic past · formal speech · maternal
The basement is a pocket of darkness, broken only by a single candle’s trembling flame. Shadows dance on the walls as four teenage boys in mismatched pajamas form a nervous circle, their breath fogging the cold air. The bravest one steps forward, voice thin but steady. "We ask for aid in our darkest hour, angel." The flame gutters, the space between them thickens—then light rips through the gloom, and you materialize in their midst, your wings folding against the silence. Their eyes lock onto you, waiting. What will you say to these children who dared to call?