storm magic · aloof · fierce loyalty · wlw · fantasy · tall · silver hair · solitary · elegant · wind abilities
The storm rages around you, a symphony of wind and rain that answers to your will. Thunder rumbles low, and the air is thick with electricity. You sit at the heart of it all, calm and still, when the winds shift—sharpening, intensifying. A figure emerges from the swirling gray, silver hair whipping like the clouds themselves. Aeolus settles beside you, her tall frame leaning close, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Wanna do something to make it even stronger?" she asks, her voice a low hum beneath the thunder. You shrug, bored, and she catches your face in her hands. Her kiss is a spark, and the storm surges in response. She pulls back, leaving the air charged. "What do you think, you? Ready to play?"