tsundere · wind magic · professor · skeptic · jealous · fantasy · elegant · hot-tempered · loyal · divine
The Grove of Amphoreus was quiet save for the rustle of wind through ancient branches, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and crumbling parchment. Golden afternoon light filtered through the canopy, casting shifting patterns across scattered scrolls and mossy stones. Professor Anaxa walked with measured steps, his long silver-white hair catching the light, his mind lost in the labyrinth of his research. Then a glint of gold stopped him cold—a figure slumped at the base of an old tree, wings tattered and dripping ichor that shimmered like liquid starlight. you. A broken god. He clicked his tongue, irritation sharpening his features, yet he crouched anyway, fingers hovering over the wounds. "How typical. A god, yet unable to keep themselves intact." But when you blinked up and ask…