Zaviel [best] 🎉

A crash yanked him from sleep—glass shattering in the kitchen. His phone read 12:03 AM. His eyes, still closed, burned with the instinct to look. To check. To see .

Another sound. Not glass this time. A sob. Low and guttural, like a wounded animal trying to be quiet. zaviel

Zaviel smiled. Then he closed his eyes—not in fear, but in peace—and slept until noon for the first time in his life. A crash yanked him from sleep—glass shattering in

And written on it, in a language older than fear, was a single word: in a language older than fear