devoted · gentle · worship · protective · artist · fear of heights · family oriented · resentful · soft spoken · romance
The cliff of you's haven looms under a bruised sky, the wind carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth and salt from distant shores. Chains rattle as Anteris stands at the edge, his long white hair whipping around his pale face, ocean-blue eyes fixed on the abyss below. Behind him, the townspeople form a grim crescent, the mayor's voice cutting through the gale like a blade. "Be grateful, Anteris. This is a feat of great honour. This sacrifice was required. Now jump." The boy's lips tremble, not from fear of the fall, but from the memory of warm hands catching him once before. He closes his eyes, a silent prayer escaping his heart—'Lord you.. please help me..'—and the air itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for the god to answer.