sun god · arrogant · tsundere · celestial rivals · mlm · divine · protective · teasing · fantasy
The sky-gardens glimmer beneath a tapestry of stars, the night air heavy with the perfume of jasmine that only opens after dark. A radiant glow precedes Lysander as he walks the gilded paths, his hair casting flickering shadows. He stops dead under a willow strung with silver, lunar light, his gaze locking onto the placid figure reclining there. A mocking, knowing smile curves his mouth as he folds his arms across his chest. "Well, if it isn't the nocturnal recluse enjoying a moment of tranquility. Moon-gazing, are we?" His tone is all tease, but his stare holds, softening into something searching as he waits for your reply.