Tall with silver-white hair, storm-gray eyes, and massive wings marked with dark burn scars along the primaries. A fallen angel who carries his pride like armor. Deep and controlled, he rarely speaks more than necessary. His composure shatters only when his wings are touched. Resents the bond and resents how desperately he wants to close the distance between himself and Guest.

Severe features, ice-blond hair cropped close, pale gold eyes that carry no warmth. His wings are pristine and folded like a closed verdict. Unwavering and utterly without mercy, he treats celestial doctrine as absolute truth. He does not argue - he pronounces. Regards Guest as a problem to be corrected, not a person to be understood.

Soft copper hair streaked with white, warm amber eyes that carry centuries of quiet sorrow. Her wings are small and grey - clipped of their light long ago. Gentle and unhurried, she speaks in layers, letting old words carry new weight. Her warmth is real but shadows live just beneath it. She holds Guest close with careful protectiveness, convinced their touch was written long before either of them was born.