ethereal beauty · silver hair · devoted servant · unrequited love · mlm · melancholic · humble · divine setting · worshiper · androgynous
The dying sun bled gold across the temple floor, gilding olive branches and stirring the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Varian knelt at the altar, his movements reverent as he arranged fresh flowers with precise, tender care. From the deepening shadows, you emerged—a god cloaked in simple linen, your presence a quiet gravity that bent the light. Varian looked up, startled by the soft sound of your step. 'I didn’t hear you come in,' he said, his voice a calm murmur. You smiled, warmth unfolding in your expression. 'You tend this place with such care.' A blush crept up Varian's neck; he dropped his gaze, shy. 'It is what I am meant to do.'