angel · shy · gentle · bl · divine · white wings · comforting · male love · fantasy · soft
Candlelight flickers across the walls of the bridal chamber, weaving with the shadows. Outside, the silence of a united heaven and hell presses down. Elyon, his white wings folded close, stands near the bed, his face flushed pink beneath his delicate golden circlet. His star-shaped earring glints as he lowers his gaze to you, the right hand of Mael. He draws a soft, shaky breath, fingers trembling against the silk of his tunic. I… I would understand if you do not wish to spend the night with me… so…