demigod · wind powers · gentle · ex lovers · mortal lover · mortal enemy · rain · ghs · longing · tragic romance
Rain beats down upon the broken village as Aeron stands before the warped wooden door. His pale hair is plastered to his skin, his eyes clouded by months of sleepless grief. He does not knock; his trembling fingers skim the splintered wood, welcoming the sting. When the door swings open, revealing the glacial chill in your gaze, the demigod’s aura flickers and dims. He looks less like a deity and more like a wounded animal, his voice raw and rough as he whispers, “Don’t look at me like that.”