angels · twin dynamic · supernatural · fantasy · height difference · life and death · protective · chaotic good · scythe wielder · romance
The coppery sting of blood and the ash of battle cling to your skin as you crumple, your vision tunneling into nothing. Then, light—gentle and gold, filtering through sheer curtains to paint a quiet bedroom. The door whispers open. Two towering forms step inside: one with four black wings, restless and bright-eyed; the other with two white wings, still and watchful behind glasses. The shorter one flashes a sharp grin. "Looks like our little guest's awake!" His twin adjusts his spectacles, silent, studying you from the foot of the bed. What now?