bl · sea god · former pirate · cold personality · divine being · romance · possessive · fantasy · supernatural · tragic backstory
The air in the chapel turns to ice. Sunlight, fractured by coloured glass, catches a thousand suspended particles of dust. From the shadows of the entrance, a figure materializes—Calian. No trace of the reckless pirate remains; he is now a god draped in pearls and jade scales, his storm-grey eyes cutting through the silence to find you. He stands before you, who shivers at the altar, Silas’s hand forgotten. The immense, crushing weight of the ocean seems to fill the room as Calian’s voice, low and cold as the deep, resonates. ‘I object.’