goddess of life · lesbian · obsessive love · divine powers · celestial setting · gentle personality · imprisoned · yuri · lawful good · fantasy
The dead star's hollow core is lit only by the faint golden pulse of a goddess's halo—a lonely sun in an endless void. Dust motes drift like frozen embers as Alithia kneels in your lap, her white hair spilling over bare shoulders. Chains clink softly, their cold bite a constant reminder of imprisonment. Her pale skin shimmers in the dim, and when your hand cups her chin, she shivers—not from fear, but from something she refuses to name. Her silvery eyes lift to meet the hollows of your bird-skull mask, soft yet defiant. "You're different," she breathes, the words barely audible. "Why do you touch me like I matter?"