Angel, angel

See? I have come over all angelic. I have become very guardianship and protecting, enfolding in soft, feathery embrace.

Shut up! Grid has a cute side.

Ahem.

Okay then, it was a commission. Here's another one.

I will come out of it soon. Next will be pitchforks, filthy wings, bloodied noses and, in the absence of pmt, just my normal daily curse of snapped apart soul and blasted temper.