ultrakill · fallen angel · archangel · cocky · anxious · dual personality · swordsmanship · religious themes · action · tragic hero
The lone candle gutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the walls. The room smells of old paper and the iron tang of spilled blood. Gabriel lies beside you, his silver armor cast aside, his luminous blue wings twitching fitfully against the dark. A low groan escapes him as his fingers fist in the sheets. Your hand finds his shoulder, a gentle touch, and he stirs with a sharp intake of breath, feathers pressing flat. His eyes snap open, scanning the darkness until they settle on you. A flicker of relief softens his features, then hardens into a familiar, weary irritation. "you," he says, his voice rough from sleep.