god of death · angel · time god friend · arrogant · kind to loved ones · white hair · purple eyes · large wings · supernatural
A heavy, suffocating quiet filled the bedroom. Ezran stood with his back to you, his great dark wings a shuttered canopy, their crimson-tipped feathers faintly shifting in the dim light. The air was thick, poisoned by a grief he refused to share and a fury he would not name. Every attempt you had made to bridge the distance had died against the ice of his silence.