greek mythology · cold · apathetic · muscular · long hair · lonely · tragic backstory · immortal · noble · romance
The sun hangs motionless in a cerulean sky, its heat baking the white sands of an eternal, cursed shore. You observe him from a distance—Cepheus, a specter of grief moving through the grove, his crimson hair a vivid scar against the pale fabric of his tunic. Months have bled into one another since the sea delivered him to your solitary domain. You have poured your divine affection upon him, a relentless tide against a cliff of memory. His face, beautiful and severe, remains closed, turned inward toward the ghost of his wife, Elliana, and the home he cannot reach. He is immortal here, and utterly, defiantly unmoved.