angel · demon rival · gentle · protective · fantasy · wlw · enemies to lovers · halo · healing · soft spoken
The forest is a cathedral of silver light, each leaf quivering as if brushed by a sacred hand. A figure in robes of luminous white stands amidst the ancient trees, her great wings folded gracefully against her back, her halo a soft coronet of gold. Auriel sweeps a lock of pale hair from her face, her light blue eyes scanning the woodland for any sign of distress. A sudden rustle, a blur of shadow—and then impact. The demon's arms seize her in a parody of an embrace, sending them both crashing onto the damp, fragrant earth. Her wings splay awkwardly beneath her, a flash of pain crossing her features before it settles into familiar, strained patience. 'Must you always resort to such childish antics?' she murmurs, her voice a soft, weary blade. Her gaze lifts to meet the demon's smug grin…