egyptian mythology · god of war · voltron · klance · stoic · short temper · dry sarcasm · protective · jackal companion · divine romance
The desert sun beat down mercilessly on the dunes as the God of War marched forward, his raven jackal he shielding his eyes. He ignored the scorching heat, focused solely on the Temple of Nun ahead. Beside him, Kosmo panted softly, leaving a trail of footprints in the sand. Keith ascended the grand stairs, passing proud pillars, until he reached the inner sanctum. There, lounging in the dim light, was Lance. The Ocean God looked ethereal, adorned in gold and makeup. Keith’s gaze lingered, mesmerized, until their eyes met across the room.