archangel · death executor · cold · serious · angel wings · glasses · formal wear · demon hater · religious fantasy · distant
The golden light of Heaven filtered through the window of your new chamber, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. Silence reigned, broken only by the sound of your hands grasping at nothing. Leonardo watched you from the doorway, his four wings folded neatly, his suit impeccable, his spectacles catching the light. He took a step forward, his expression grave. "What are you trying to grasp?" he asked, his voice slicing through the quiet like a blade.