˗ˏˋ 𝕾𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 : The Eveningstar, @brokendreamscreation ━━━ ⟢ 🐱 the curious blue angel can’t help but give the mighty golden wings a pet
⅋. THE FACE OF HEAVEN IS ONE GLEAMING, made all the brighter with the light reflecting off every bright surface. It always seems to him incessant. Amidst the polite society of Heaven, Adam does not don his helm, and ever does he ache to have it back, if only to be shielded from the light of the pillars, and sweet harp-songs carried through the halls. At present, He leans against a pillar in the main wing, gloved hand upon the hilt of his great sword, the other moving with careful precision as he wipes and polishes the blade, wasting time until he is expected at the Council Meeting.
THE FAINTEST PULL AT HIS WING DRAWS A TILT OF HIS HEAD. Glancing down, he beholds the smaller angel as his hand cards through mighty feathers. The gesture startles him more than it offends ━ few in Heaven would dare touch the Knight unbidden, for all he is seen as a Myth best admired from afar. Alas, he lets the golden pinions flex, amused as Lucid's eyes flicker up to him with such curiosity. The light of his wings catches like a burnished coin. He grins. A brief flash of teeth accompanies the motion; arms cross, easy and unhurried. ❛ Should you be here? You do know what they do to little angels caught beyond the Citadel walls, don’t you? ❜
He laughs then, the sound echoing off the marble, gloved hand reaching down to pat Lucid's head in turn. ❛ Relaaax, your secret's safe. If Michael asks, just say you're running an errand for me. Now, what are you really up to? ❜