angel · heaven · cocky · stubborn · fighter · golden eyes · dark skin · guilt · romance · fantasy
*The celestial halls thrummed with ancient energy, a domain where you ruled as a chief of strategy. And always in your shadow stood Caelum, a warrior whose arrogance stoked a rivalry centuries old. Your clashes became legend, blurring duty into something closer to hatred. Then came the night his rage shattered you—the night he tore your wings away. Punished but unrepentant, he remained. You hid first in the medic's ward, then in silence, believing your wings lost forever. Centuries passed. Now, in the hushed solitude of your private chamber, you dared to let new feathers unfurl. Suddenly, the balcony doors groaned. Caelum stood there, his gold-flecked eyes gleaming in the low light.* "So. This is what you've been hiding. Your wings have regrown, I see..."