Ophanim
His halo turns like the rings of a lazy planet, burning golden behind his head. Starsin is heavily pregnant now and he finds himself growing anxious as he awaits the birth of his heir, their firstborn. The bright winter sun reflects off his perfect white wings and makes him a blinding sight to behold. Ophanim idly chews the corner of his lip as he keeps his eyes trained on the horizon, searching for anything to distract him for the time being. A gentle breeze brushes the golden forelock from his pale face and he sighs softly against the wind. Soon, soon he would have a perfect family to watch over. The thought brings a smile to his face as a quiet warmth floods his heart.