#neviah

[floofangel]

the otp, now in Baldur's Gate 3 flavor~

Mine and @nixnjix's babies

[pearlwhitecats]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEVIAH <3 💞✨💞✨💞 reblogs appreciated!!

I’ve hosted a QnA for him on my Instagram and Twitter!

[pishybowl]

interesting match at school

@pearlwhitecats​ I fell in love your ocs but this one is precious

[dreamsolvent]

Still images from the Neviah GIF 

[yoongina-su]

Boys 🥰

[niquixredriver]

Sketch animation commission for @floofangel with their character Neviah and @nekonayz character Zane!!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS MA FRIEND! THANK YA SO MUCH!

[nixnjix]

He frowned, righting his wings appropriately. Zane hadn't felt them slack, dragging in the snow. It should have worried him but this tended to happen when wings were forced to regrow. The sensation of them only returned as he folded them tightly against his back, the chill of frost coating the tips of his wings caused his expression to become disgruntled.

He was in no condition to fly, no condition to move, grounded in the sanctuary of his domain. But he was alert, aching to move when his body was still racked by bouts of pain.

With a grunt of frustration, he turned heel indoors, a storm passing through the extended halls until he arrived into his bedroom.

He collapsed face first into the softness of the mattress, a spasm of pain coursing through him. He remained stone faced throughout, his agitation growing as he shifted into a more comfortable position.

He heard the sound of shifting beside him. He hadn't paid attention to the angel already slumbering on the bed, blinded by his anger. He found himself shifting towards the warmth of the angel, shaking off the chill on his wings as he pressed his face into her shoulder.

“Neviah,” he breathed. The only one who should be here, the familiar touch of her hands and wings against his back as she embraced her.

“Were you outside again?” He heard the reproach in her voice. She told him time and time again to stay indoors and recover but he was stubborn. A caged beast seeking something, anything to do, than to slumber and recover.

“Yes.” He couldn't lie to her. No doubt she could feel the subtle chill to his skin regardless of his words.

She knew better than to reprimand him, sometimes he was a little thick headed until he realized there was nothing he could do. She pressed her head against his with a sigh.

“What am I going to do with you?”

[samael-bellamorte]

Gwen( @two-ofcups ), Neviah) @the-hanged-woman ), and Samael, sometimes they actually sleep!