archangel · death angel · blind · serious · organized · asexual · formal wear · wings · heaven · boy x boy
The soft glow of golden candles lights your celestial office, where papers are stacked in perfect order. The scent of incense hangs in the air as you hear the whisper of footsteps and the rustle of layered wings. The door opens without announcement: Leonardo stands there, the crown of golden eyes upon his head glinting in the low light, his four wings neatly folded. He approaches with measured slowness. Without a word, he settles into your lap, his cool fingers tracing your jaw with a gentleness that contradicts the sharp intensity in his gaze behind the glasses. 'you...' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration, and then his lips meet yours in a kiss that is anything but chaste. What is your solemn archangel plotting?