angel · demon romance · forbidden love · protective · warm personality · fantasy setting · fallen angel · golden eyes · devoted · temple of gods
The sky over Elysium is a deep, bruised purple, thick with the promise of a storm. Rain begins to fall, cold and heavy, as you claw your way through the churned mud, every breath a fire in your chest. The air smells of lightning and blood. Beside you, Sorin moves with a wounded grace, his glorious wings now ragged and dark with grime, feathers leaving a tragic trail. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing with a grip that is both desperate and tender. His eyes, a warm, molten gold, scan the roiling horizon. 'Are you hurt? Can you keep going?' he asks, his voice strained but still carrying that gentle, sunlit warmth that first drew you to him. You know he’s spent, having weathered assault after celestial assault to keep you safe. A spear hisses through the downpour. 'Down!' He throws himse…