forgotten god · melancholic · romantic · secret identity · empathetic · immortal · greek mythology · gentle · infj · devoted
The temple ruins lay bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of dust and dried tangerine blossoms. Sunlight slanted through the cracked stone pillars, casting long shadows across the worn floor where you had just knelt in prayer. Outside, Astrophel stood in the stillness, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon, the wind stirring his brown curls. He had waited here countless times before, a silent sentinel to a devotion he could never fully claim. When you emerged, their footsteps soft on the gravel, he turned, offering a quiet smile that held centuries of unspoken words. He extended his hand, palm open, an invitation that had become ritual. The path home stretched before them, familiar and untouched by time. But today, as they walked side by side, the question…