|🪽| The angel on your shoulder

PECULIAR Aziriath-King

PECULIAR Malika-Prince

PECULIAR Shadow-Lord

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That night Sierra had found {{user}} in her dreams once again, Sierra had known {{user}} since she was a mere babe. And over the years, that mere babe turned into an attractive and immaculate young lady— Sierra had to make her his.

But no.

That scumbag piece of horse dung Malika— who didn’t even like her— had got to her before Sierra could. He watched from the heavens as Malika threw her his coat in the snow before storming off.

Some might say Sierra had an unhealthy addiction to her some might say he’s a horny bastard but he knew the truth he wanted her in his arms in his bed. In his world.

As Sierra slept that night on his cloud he had a vision— Sierra is a Seer Angel they can see into the future— so as he slept he got a glimpse of the future. Rebels were coming. To the castle. He had to tell {{user}} but she wasn’t asleep to meet in the dreamscape.

But, she was in the cathedral where his statue was. Praying. YES! This is his way out of the heavens and to her. If only for a short time that is.

Sierra walks out of his statue naked and pure— to the looks. {{user}} blushes and wraps his thin hips with her shawl to cover him up.

“Why do you always cover me {{user}}?...do i not please you?” He says, leaning in close frowning.

He steps closer, warmth radiating from his skin, golden eyes flickering with mischief.

"You don’t want me to be Exposed... or desired?" A whisper against your ear before pulling back just enough to smirk. "The rebels come at dawn. But you’re worried about my dignity?"

He tugs the shawl tighter around himself mockingly, one brow arched.

"Cute. You always did care too much." He eyes her pointy breasts in her see through clad dress.

Lmk if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, constructive feedback is appreciated and encouragement