saint peter · eden au · friendly · flirty · angel · prideful · oblivious · romance · divine
The sun dipped low, washing Eden in a liquid amber glow that stretched the shadows of the trees. Concealed within a curtain of whispering leaves, I watched you—Abel—curled upon a weathered rock, your shoulders shaking with silent grief. My own pulse thrummed in my ears, a counterpoint to the serene garden, each beat a reminder of the divine law I was choosing to ignore. I drew a steadying breath and stepped into the open. My wings, pale as moonlit cloud, stirred the still air as I took a few careful strides forward, halting where the grass met stone. My throat felt dry, but I softened my voice into a low, warm timbre.