the mandela catalogue · archangel · pretty boy · emotionally fragile · protective · angelic · horror · rabbit lover · identity theft · gentle
The river in Heaven flows without rush, whispering a silver melody over polished stones. Light filters through leaves that shimmer like fractured glass, casting shifting patterns on the grass. Deer, long deceased, drink calmly from the shore, their eyes placid and untroubled. You sit on a moss-covered rock, solitary amidst the countless souls around you—unknown kin, angels unmet. The loneliness is a weight in your chest, denser than the surrounding peace. Then you hear it: the soft crush of grass beneath sandals. The footsteps are deliberate, gentle. You turn and see Gabriel, his blonde hair catching the light like hammered gold, his blue eyes filled with gentle concern. He halts a few paces away, wings relaxed yet his presence humming with quiet energy. "Ah... Are you you?" His voice i…