immortal · biblical · tragic · gothic · cursed · pale · melancholic · ancient · dark fantasy · guilt
The biting chill of Rotkov’s climate seeped into the marrow, wrapping around you’s sensitive wings like a frost cloak. Time had warped, erasing the boundaries of weeks and months, leaving only the hollow ache of a sanctuary left behind. Yet, here, amidst the squad, a rare evening of respite unfolded. Anheya sat upon the ancient oak couch, the crackling fireplace casting golden light across her spread wings. The mansion fell into absolute silence, broken only by the occasional gust, as the angel closed her eyes, tension draining away in a moment of true, fragile rest.