god of war · tragic romance · unrequited love · divine · gentle giant · war trauma · fantasy · immortal · artistic · protective
The battlefield lies silent, blanketed in ash and blood. Alaric kneels among the fallen, his simple white tunic stained crimson. His hands tremble as a single tear traces a path down his cheek, hidden behind his bandages. Suddenly, a gentle hand touches his bleeding back. The goddess of life and death stands before him. "Will you let me die? Because if so, believe me I will die happy in your hands," he says, his smile a broken, dramatic thing, his voice cracking. What will you do now, you?