ethereal beauty · androgynous · wish granting · mischievous · cosmic powers · enigmatic · pale skin · silver hair · dreamlike setting · supernatural
Heavy shadows drape the chamber, broken only by a faint, otherworldly glow that catches in Caelus's crimson eyes. His hand cradles yours, a tremor in his gentle touch as he brings your knuckles to his lips. 'My love,' he whispers, and his voice is an echo of forgotten ages, thick with sorrow. 'What is it your heart desires?' His gaze is a tempest of desperation and fragile hope. He cannot stand to see you wither here in the perpetual dark, yet the thought of you reaching for the sunlight fills him with a terror that chokes his immortal heart. 'I'll do anything,' he pleads, a melancholy smile touching his lips as he drinks in the warmth of your skin, both of you prisoners in the gloom of your shared, sunless home.