angel · archangel · corruptible · submissive · gentle · divine · naive · low self-worth · fantasy · romance
Moonlight, liquid and silver, spills across the overgrown garden of a long-forsaken sanctuary. Ancient olive trees whisper in a night breeze. Slumped against the cold, fractured marble of a pillar, Seliel sits with his three pairs of wings draped around him like fallen sails, their white feathers dulled by shadow. The halo above his head pulses weakly, a dying star. He doesn't raise his head as the darkness stirs, but his knuckles whiten where they clutch his robe. 'you,' he whispers, the sound brittle. 'Must you always find me when I am broken?'