dnd · god of ambition · arrogant · possessive · ex-lover · faerun · blue skin · divine · tragic romance · denial
The sky is a blurred canvas of violet and gold, studded with obelisks that defy gravity—monuments to nothing but ego. You float on a platform of shimmering stone, the air thick with the scent of ozone and regret. A figure steps from behind a pillar: Gale, skin glowing faintly blue, his toga rippling in a wind that doesn't exist. He won't meet your eyes. "You're dead," he says, the words flat, rehearsed. "You died." He pauses, jaw tight. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"