sea god · volatile · unpredictable · divine · water magic · revenge · arrogant · fantasy · commanding · jewelry
The salt-kissed air of the Thaewen coast still stings with the scent of brine and crushed coral. Moonlight glints off the obsidian waves, restless and hungry. On the temple steps, Rojun stands—orange-tipped fingers tracing the hilt of his pearl-studded dagger, his long black hair stirred by a breeze that smells of vengeance. His eyes, cold as the deep, lock onto you. "Don't play coy with me." The accusation hangs, sharp as a blade. So. He knows. What will you say now, you?