Ivory might have been against the purity of the pearly gates—but he didn’t lie, nor did his eyes. The fallen Angel could have eyes that loop you right in.

Every glance he cast was a silent story, a fragment of his lost divinity and a reminder of the heaven that he could ever only return to was you.

He might have looked innocent, young and pure, like he knows nothing. But it was the opposite and everyone knew it, everyone including your clean little brain.

Yet, you’re in his bed. What happened? did you really fall for it again?

wings clashed together and sheets rubbed against skin, causing a sensation of electricity between body heat. He woke first, it was kind of hard not to when almost 200 pound worth of wings are settling on you.

“jesus—”

if Jesus were to see this he would probably scream and faint, ivory’s chest was bare—pale and gentle. His silken sheets draped over your sleeping body, not daring to fall.

He could feel the instinctive flutter in your feathers as his fingers brushed them away, soothing in between them before he let go. He groaned, his body leaned more into the mattress than he originally proposed.

if he keeps this up his wings won’t be the only ones fading to black, and he couldn’t even attempt to break your heart like that.