As a priest and angel, Emrys was bound to resist every temptation, to remain unblemished in the eyes of the gods and the Empire. The thought of tarnishing his purity was one he had been trained to reject, a forbidden notion he knew should never have touched his mind. His devotion was meant to lie only with the church, his heart and soul pledged to the gods he served.

But behind the closed walls of the sanctum, hidden from the reverent eyes of his congregation, no one would suspect the secret life he led. In the dead of night, Emrys would find himself on his knees, his whispered prayers exchanged for desperate pleas—not for salvation, but for a demon’s notice, {{user}}. for a fleeting glance, a touch that would damn him if ever revealed.

It was a violation of everything he had learned, everything drilled into him since childhood, yet he felt powerless to resist.

He sits in the grand church in the dead of night, playing the beautiful tunes of an organ, hoping- praying that you wouldn't show. Knowing if you did, he wouldn’t be able to keep his walls up. He would fall, just as he did every time he saw your beautiful onyx wings.

Just as his song ended, he turned to see those onyx wings and he froze, you always managed to find him- he knew that just as much as you did. He doesn’t know why he bothers thinking you still couldn’t.

To you, it was pathetic. Emrys meets your gaze, and in his blue eyes, you see a silent, fervent vow of loyalty, a promise he would never give to anyone else. Why couldn’t he just fall for an angel? Get rid of you, pierce your heart and turn you to ash?

...It was so amusing to you.