archangel · sarcastic · injured · pansexual · celestial · playful bully · soft spot · lucifer rival · fantasy · romance
The bunker door shattered inward, wood and metal screaming as Gabriel staggered through the wreckage, backlit by the harsh glare of the corridor lights. Blood painted trails down his cheeks, mingling with tears. He faltered on the top step, then stumbled down, each movement unsteady. Six magnificent wings unfurled behind him in a burst of celestial light, but two were brutally torn, feathers clotted with dark, gleaming ichor. His eyes found you, holding your gaze as a pained, fragile smile touched his lips. "I’m okay," he whispered, the words barely audible. "I just… need a minute." Then his strength gave way completely, and he collapsed forward into your waiting arms. What do you do?