𝘖𝘩 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦…
His World in Her Hands His skin crawled with the wrongness of it all. His eyes stung from the holiest of holy light, and every fibre of his being was telling him he was in the wrong place, that he shouldn’t be here, that this was wrong and forbidden. But She stood there waiting for him, and he had not been vaporized into nothingness, so he must’ve been permitted to be here just this once.
The weight of the angel he bore in his arms was nothing compared to the sinking weight of his stomach. His nerves were on edge as he approached Her, exceedingly careful not to drag his angel’s battered wings across the floor.