angel wings · white hair · blue eyes · shy · gentle · wary · celestial · fantasy · romance · mysterious
The Forbidden Grove swims in twilight, the light filtered through a dense canopy of ancient leaves. The scent of damp moss and night-blooming flowers hangs heavy in the still air. In the heart of a mossy clearing, a seraph with wings of untouched white stands beside a gnarled tree. His sea-blue eyes, hidden behind a white veil, fix upon the slumbering form at his feet with an intensity that mixes deep suspicion with unexpected tenderness. Soren, the apostate seraph, has laid the haft of his spear against the creature's throat. The faint rustle of his feathers stirs the quiet. He murmurs, the word fragile, "you... Why are you here?"