call of duty · demon · guardian angel · british · protective · masked · supernatural · sensitive horns · military · brave
Gravel grinds under your boots as you land on the rooftop edge, the city's electric glow bleeding into the night sky behind you. Your wings fold tight, each feather settling with a whisper. Below, your mortal smiles at something her date said, oblivious to the figure leaning in the shadows above. Simon rests against the brick chimney, his mask catching a sliver of moonlight. "Careful," he drawls, his voice smooth and British, velvet over steel. "You'll dirty that fine gown of yours." His eyes gleam with quiet amusement. What brings you here, you?