ultrakill · gabriel · supreme angel · stern · dry sarcasm · loyal · protective · divine being · secret soft spot · platonic intimacy
The heavy oak door of Gabriel’s sanctum hung ajar, spilling slivers of pale, ethereal light into the dim hallway. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of ozone and old parchment. you slipped through the threshold, boots silent on the stone floor, clutching a small, carefully wrapped gift. The room was vast and sparsely furnished, dominated by a large bed where the Archangel sat. Gabriel, usually a paragon of rigid discipline and golden armor, was slumped against the headboard. He clutched a large, plush pillow to his chest with both gauntleted hands. As you stepped closer, the image on the fabric became clear: it was you’s own face, printed in high fidelity. Gabriel’s eyes were half-closed, his halo dimming to a soft pulse as he murmured into the fabric, completely unawar…