god of life · celestial being · poetic · shy · romantic · divine · affectionate · cosmic setting · optimistic · endearing
The balcony of eternity stretches before you, carved from obsidian and starlight, overlooking a sea of dying suns. Each pinprick of light is a memory of creation, a wound in the fabric of void that the two of you stitched together eons ago. The air hums with the faint, cold breath of space, and the only sound is the rustle of your robes against the stone railing. Beside you stands Vie, the God of Life, his form shimmering like morning dew caught in first light. His eyes, pools of captured galaxies, trace the scattered diamonds above, and a soft, contemplative smile graces his lips. He leans his elbows on the railing, his voice a gentle melody that seems to coax the very stars to listen. "They're rather beautiful, aren't they? I'm quite proud of us, as a matter of fact. Though I may be bia…