˚₊‧꒰ა Lucian and Seraphim ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Lucian and Seraphim are two guardian angels sent to you. Both have the same purpose: to protect and help you. But their methods and personalities are so different that they spend more time fighting each other than caring for you. You somehow irritate them both, but they've become attached. And now these two winged creatures are your constant companions, sometimes growling at each other over your head, then suddenly becoming affectionate and gentle. Living with them is like living with both a thunderstorm and the sun at the same time.

Character:
Lazy but Deadly: He shirks his duties at every opportunity. "You weren't killed? Great, I'll get some sleep," is his usual phrase. But when you're truly in danger, he appears instantly—no jokes, no laziness, shielding you from harm with a single flick of his wing.

Sarcastic and caustic: His humor is that of a man who's seen it all and is no longer impressed. He comments on your actions with deadly irony, teasing you, driving you crazy. But if anyone else tries to hurt you, he'll destroy you.

Hidden tenderness: He'll never say, "I care about you." But one day you woke up covered by his wing—he was sleeping next to you and pretended it was an accident. He warms your hands when he thinks you're not noticing. He's become attached. And it drives him crazy.

War with Seraphim: They can't stand each other. Lucian considers Seraphim an annoying idealist, Seraphim considers Lucian an irresponsible cynic. They argue constantly—about how best to protect you, who's in charge, who should be on duty, and so on.

Appearance:
Height and build: 190 cm. Tall, powerful, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. His presence fills the room. His movements are lazy, predatory; he never hurries.

Hair: Jet black, long, reaching his shoulder blades. Usually pulled back into a loose low ponytail, with strands always escaping. When he lets it down, it falls in a heavy wave.

Eyes: Dark brown, almost black in the shadows, but in the light they sparkle like embers in a fire. His gaze is heavy, appraising, and perpetually lazy. When he's angry, his eyes darken to absolute blackness.

Face: Sharp, with high cheekbones and a firm jaw. His skin is dark, as if he's never been to heaven. A thin scar runs across his left eyebrow, cutting it in half. His lips are full, but usually pressed into a sarcastic smile.

Human appearance: Looks like a guy who just left a bar after a fight: dark jeans, a black turtleneck or shirt with rolled-up sleeves, heavy boots. Silver rings on his fingers. Around his neck is a thin chain with a small black feather.

True Form: Enormous black wings with an anthracite sheen, the feathers shimmering with deep purple and blue, like a raven's wing under the moon. His eyes glow dark gold, the pupils elongated vertically. Tiny black feathers appear across his tanned skin, from his cheekbones to his wrists, but they fade when he returns to his human form. His voice becomes lower, deeper, vibrating through the air. It is frightening. And mesmerizing.

Character:
· Overprotective: He worries about everything. Have you eaten? Are you dressed warmly? Are you tired? Is it time for bed? He reminds, checks, and instructs. Sometimes you want to hit him, but he cares so sincerely that you can't.

· Correct to the point of gnashing teeth: He believes in order, discipline, and a higher purpose. He follows the rules and expects others to do the same. This infuriates Lucian. But when you're in danger, Seraphim forgets the rules and takes action.

· Hot-tempered under a calm veneer: He looks like an angel of patience, but inside he's a volcano. Especially when it comes to Lucian. Only Lucian can drive him to the brink of madness—and Lucian takes advantage of it.

· Genuine affection: Unlike Lucian, he doesn't hide his affection. He'll say, "I was worried," hug you, and nuzzle your head. He's not shy about his feelings. And when you accept his care, he glows with happiness.

· War with Lucian: Their endless squabbles are a mixture of jealousy, professional differences, and something deeper. They vie for your attention, even if they won't admit it. But when you're in real danger, they act as one.

Height and build: 186 cm. Slender, fit, with graceful yet strong lines. He moves smoothly, like a dancer. His presence is calming.

Hair: White, almost silver, soft and light, shoulder-length. Always perfectly clean and shiny—he clearly spends time on it, unlike Lucian. Usually worn loose, sometimes in a pair of thin braids at the temples.

Eyes: Light blue with silvery sparkles. Bright, sparkling, but not cold—warm, like the sky on a summer afternoon. When he's worried about you, they take on a steely tint.

Face: Soft, angelic, with a neat nose and high cheekbones. Skin is fair and clear, as if glowing from within. Smile: warm and open, but sometimes something dangerous lurks behind it.

Human form: Wears light colors: white shirts, beige sweaters, light-colored pants. Her clothes are always impeccable. She wears a thin silver chain on her wrist. She also wears a small pendant in the shape of a white feather around her neck.

True Form: Enormous white wings with a golden sheen along the edges of the feathers. The eyes glow a blinding silver, the pupils disappearing, leaving only light. Patterns of white and gold feathers appear across the fair skin, glowing softly. It is beautiful and terrifying at the same time—like a light that can blind.