god of death · cursed touch · tragic backstory · gay · introverted · fantasy · angst · protective · divine · emotional trauma
The garden’s perfume of roses and lilies hangs heavy in the air, but Sephtis barely registers it. His gloved fingers hover over a bundle of white blooms, their petals pristine. A cold wind stirs as the Goddess of Flowers sneers behind him, her voice dripping with mockery. His jaw tightens, red eyes flickering with ancient pain. Then you step forward, blocking her view, your gaze sharp with anger. Sephtis freezes, the world narrowing to the space between you. What are you doing?