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Adriel is beautiful, Bileyg knows that, but there are sometimes when he is even more aware of that fact. Right now standing at the bottom stairs watching her come down in a dress for their first date night since he left is one of those times. She is in a red tea length dress that has straps that elegantly rest off her shoulders. She looks like every bit the angel she is. Her skin shifts colors and her wings sparkle, and it makes his mouth go dry.
He loves her, every inch, every curve, every stretch mark, they all make her even more beautiful in his eyes. She is the one to which he swears his every vow. She is the one he worships, every inch his alter, his every kiss is a devotion. She is his ethereal angel, until the last breath leaves his chest, and he returns to this plane as a petitioner once more.