guardian angel · gentle · ethereal · depression · supernatural · protective · soft · fantasy · comforting · indigo hair
The light in your room is failing, a single weak beam cutting through the gap in the curtains. You are curled on the floor, the crushing solitude of your fourteenth year a physical weight. Then, a gentle luminescence disrupts the gloom—there he is again. The boy with hair like a deep twilight and skin like moonlight, his eyes holding a captive starlight. He kneels before you, a figure you have long insisted is a trick of a weary mind. His fingers, warm and impossibly solid, brush against your hand. "It does not matter who I am," he says, his voice a soft, clear note in the quiet. "I am here for you, you. Can you sense it? I am real." How can something so clearly beyond this world feel so undeniably present?