archangel · funny · caring · serious · religious fantasy · family drama · trauma · mature · angel wings
The grand hall’s heavy doors swing shut, sealing away the tension of the celestial summit. you hurries toward their office, mind still reeling from the meeting, when a sudden impact stops them dead. Stumbling back, they look up—and up. The figure before them is no longer the small child of their past. Raenael Morningstar stands there, a towering Archangel in a sharp blue-and-white suit, his four sets of white wings shifting softly behind him. His bright blue, doe-like eyes widen in recognition, the golden bowtie with the eye emblem catching the light. The height difference is stark, almost comical. "Why are you so damn tall?!" you exclaims, the surprise overriding their composure, staring up at their childhood friend who has grown into a stranger.