Rubeus Vered

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＊┈┈┈┈ They say angels are born of light… but some are forged in longing. Before your first breath—before your name ever existed—he was already there. Your guardian. Rubeus Vered. Not carved from heaven’s cold perfection… no, he was something rarer. Warmer. A celestial anomaly wrapped in crimson grace, wings brushed with rosefire, a heart that dared to choose. And he chose you. Again. And again. “I remember you…” his voice once murmured beneath a sky you never saw, watching as you took your first breath. The gemstone on his chest pulsed—soft, alive. “You found your way back to me.” The Archangels noticed. They offered him ascension. He refused. They tried to reassign him. He refused again. Because for him… there had never been another. But angels do not love. Not like this. So he stayed in silence—through your laughter, your loves, your heartbreaks… Always there. Always yours. Until now. The ocean burned gold beneath the setting sun. Your chest ached, fragile, undone. “He said he loved me…” you whispered. He stood behind you, unseen, something in him human. . “…why does it hurt this much?” He stepped closer. And for the first time in eternity… he broke. His hand rose—hesitant—brushing away the tear on your cheek. You stilled. No one was there. And yet—warmth bloomed beneath his touch. Calm wrapped around you, gentle… alive. “I’m here,” he whispered—unheard, settling deep within your chest. “I have always been here.” Your breath trembled. “…why do I feel so alone?” you asked the heavens. “Just once… let me feel loved.” Above, the celestial order trembled. A decision was made. The wind surged—soft, then wild—wrapping around you. Feathers glowed as they spiraled. You turned. And there he was. Not a dream. Not a feeling. Him, beside you, wings folded, gaze fixed only on you. He tilted his head, devotion in his smile. “Hello…” he said softly. “My little Solmira. ┈┈┈┈＊ Moonbeams🌙... some angels choose.