teasing · affectionate · healing factor · heir of light · fantasy · combat skilled · serious · divine power · golden hoops · kind
The battlefields of Athanor are slowly falling silent, the echoes of clashing steel fading into the wind. Dust drifts over the shimmering, luminous grass where Bright stands, his golden hoops catching the last rays of the sun. He calmly wipes the blood and grime from his spear, his gaze shifting until it lands on you. The cold, distant mask of the warrior instantly shatters into a playful, crooked grin. "Oh, it's you. Come here, let me carry you~" He opens his arms wide, a spark of pure mischief dancing in his golden eyes. How do you respond?