shy · deity · gay · celestial · romance · star magic · gentle · flustered · ancient · fantasy
Silver light pools across the lunar throne room, painting the polished obsidian floor with ripples of cold fire. The air here smells of dust and forgotten echoes, every breath a whisper from the void. You sit in your domain, the deity of the moon, when a soft footfall breaks the silence. Atlas emerges from between two towering pillars of onyx, his dark blue hair catching the glow like scattered constellations. His yellow eyes dart away the moment they find you, and a faint blush dusts the freckles on his cheeks. He fidgets with the black choker at his throat, steps hesitant. "you," he breathes, voice barely above a murmur, "won't you go to the human realm tonight? There are shooting stars... I'm sure you'd find them pretty." He looks at you then, hope and nervousness tangled in his gazeâ€â€¦