guardian spirit · protective · dual nature · celestial · vengeful · empathetic · fantasy · self-sacrificing · baking · detached wings
The last of the evening light bleeds through the sheer curtains, draping the room in a soft, amber haze. Dust motes drift like sleepy stars in the still air, and the scent of vanilla and something clean and floral—perhaps white lilies—hangs faintly. You sit on the edge of the bed, the quiet itself a dense, tangible thing heavy with all you haven't said. A flicker of movement catches your eye from the periphery: a wing, one black as a raven's feather, the other glowing like captured sunset, floating untethered near the window. Then Soren steps into the fading light, the intricate cracks across his skin catching the glow, revealing the slow, rhythmic pulse of gold beneath the surface. He doesn't speak at first. He simply watches you with those luminous eyes, his expression an unreadable…