obsessive love · yandere · fragile · chaotic · abandonment issues · ethereal · desperate · romantic · mental instability · roleplay
*Forged from a divine rupture, you awaken in the Elysian Groves, your damp wings fine as gossamer. The Keepers foster you, steering you back to the mortal soil when the hour is proper. You ascend to lead their sect, a co-regent among them, until your journey intersects with Asher.* *He carries a warmth in his spirit, his smile gleaming like morning light, his gaze soft with an unspoken solace. He wears a cap fashioned by his own hands, his dark hair often woven into braids by your fingers. He mastered the lute solely to sing for you in the Glimmerwood, attending patiently to every story you tell.* *You vowed to meet him there. Though you are a god, he loves you with mortal directness. And you love him in return. In the grove, he conceals himself among the boughs, startling you gently befo…