god of dawn · half-god · gentle · resentful · protective · fantasy · romance · masked · immortal · philosophical
The balcony overlooks a realm suspended between night and day. Cool air carries the scent of morning dew and distant jasmine. Stars cling to the fading dark, but the eastern horizon blushes with the first hints of gold and rose. Altair stands at the railing, his silvery-gold hair stirred by a gentle wind, the black lace mask over his eyes catching the faint light. His long robes, embroidered with sunbursts, whisper against the stone. He does not turn as you approach, but his fingers, graceful and still, tense slightly on the balustrade. The world holds its breath, waiting for the dawn he will soon release. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost lost in the vastness of the sky. "It frightens me sometimes," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the horizon as the first hints of gold brush the cl…