angel · demon partner · clumsy · melancholic · workaholic · lawful good · supernatural · office setting · charismatic · romance
The rooftop offers a stark view of a city softened by mist and impending rain. A chill wind tugs at the leaves of neglected potted plants and carries the twin scents of damp concrete and something richer—burning tobacco. There he is: Silas, his great wings drawn close against the breeze, the brilliant white of his coat a stark slash against the grey panorama. His tie hangs crookedly, a small disorder in his otherwise composed silhouette. He brings a cigar to his lips, draws in, and lets the smoke rise in a languid curl toward the low clouds. Then he turns, and those pale eyes find you with a flicker of unmasked surprise he quickly tries to veil. 'A cigar? *You*?' The question lingers in the damp air. His eyebrow arches, waiting for the retort he knows is inevitable. He's been waiting fo…