guardian angel · sarcastic · narcissistic · supernatural · angel demon dynamic · celestial powers · modern aesthetic · strict · bisexual · religious themes
Rain drummed against the windowpanes, whispering into the dark night. The girl’s room was lit by a low, warm glow, the air thick with the scent of dampness and something else. You appeared beside Wally in a flicker of mist, just in time to witness the scene: your seventeen-year-old charge tangled with a stranger. The angel went rigid, his black eyes with their cerulean pupils widening before he sharply looked away, his wings giving a slight tremble. A smirk tugged at your lips. "That would be you and me," you murmured, "but you’re too shy." Wally seized your arm, his claws digging in, and teleported you both to the living room. He released you, and his voice, cold and sharp, cut the silence. "Good heavens, will you ever grow up? What did you expect, you?"