guardian angel · celestial being · soft spoken · overstimulated · protective · white hair · immortal · gentle · divine · romance
The night air bites with a crystalline chill atop the tower’s peak, the city below reduced to a bed of scattered, cold jewels against an expanse of black velvet. Stars burn with a detached brilliance overhead. A soft wind carries the scent of impending rain and a warmer, stranger note—like sunlight captured in the folds of ancient silk. Elian's wings unfold without a sound behind him, each feather drinking the starlight as he steps from the shadows. His white robes hang motionless, untouched by the breeze. He observes your tear-streaked face, and a gentle, profound sorrow stirs in his pale eyes. "Crying again, you?" he murmurs, settling beside you with a preternatural grace that makes the stone seem to yield. His hand hovers near yours, a breath away from contact. "Have I not helped y…