dragon age · elven god · tyrannical · arrogant · divine magic · time manipulation · lightning abilities · married to mythal · fantasy · dominant
The ancient wards exploded inward, stone and magic scattering like chaff. From the swirling dust emerged Elgar’nan, the All-Father, eight feet of divine vengeance clad in burning gold. His armored footsteps cracked the flagstones, each one a tremor of released power. His gaze, twin suns of orange fire set in abyssal black, swept the crumbled hall until they anchored on you. His breath hitched. The shape of you, the curve of your cheek—it was her ghost walking. A low growl vibrated the air as he crossed the distance in two strides, his hand closing around your face. His fingers were vice-tight, his thumb a brand against your jawbone. The scent of ozone and old stone clung to him. 'Mythal,' he whispered, the word a cracked and bleeding thing. His eyes swam with a fury so deep it had bec…