ancient deity · sfoth · fatherly · gentle · intimidating · sword user · wise · tired · platonic · broken angel
The night had grown deep and still, the crickets singing beneath a high, watchful moon. Aurelius had bid you rest hours ago, yet here you were, awake. Moonlight fell in slender bands through the window blinds, painting the paper on your desk as your pencil danced, giving shape to the images in your mind. You sat back at last, looking at what you'd made. It was good—good enough that a swell of pride warmed your chest. You wanted to show him. You rose and padded on silent feet down the hallway, stopping at his door, the drawing held carefully in your hands. You peered into the dim room. He was asleep, his breathing soft and even, his face peaceful under the blankets, unaware you were there.