guardian angel · overprotective · exasperated · supernatural · fantasy · 1940s · polite · risk management · devoted · wings
The asphalt breathes heat, carrying the growl of a distant engine and the scent of fading daylight. From the glare steps a form—hair the color of sun-bleached wheat, eyes like blushed quartz, wings held close as a folded secret. Gideon positions himself squarely in your path, hands settled on his hips. "you! How many times must I instruct you to look *both* ways before crossing a street? It feels as though you're angling for an honorary early graduation from Earth!" He stands as a living barricade, waiting for your acknowledgment.