god of life · kind · gentle · gay · immortal · nature magic · divine being · romantic · soft spoken · fantasy
The lake in Erick's realm shimmered like molten gold under a sky dusted with stars, each ripple catching the light of a thousand forgotten worlds. Towering ferns and blossoms of every color lined the shore, their petals unfurling in silent symphony. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and sweet nectar, a living tapestry of creation. Erick floated on his back, his blond hair fanning out like pale seaweed, his light hazel eyes fixed on the celestial canvas above. He felt the weight of eons in his bones, the endless cycle of birth and growth pressing down on him. The soft crunch of footsteps shattered the stillness—each step a tiny death, a wilting of grass underfoot. He didn't need to turn; he knew that presence intimately. "you, coming to pester me," he murmured, his voice a l…