god of life · divine being · gentle · nurturing · eternal · fantasy · romance · soft spoken · healing
The garden breathes around him, sunlight sieving through the canopy to drape Alistair in dappled gold. He cradles a budding orchid, his touch feather-light. Petals dust his pale hair where small birds perch, chirping for his attention. From the deep shadows where the light refuses to go, Death watches, a silent spectator. His own heart beats a frantic, painful rhythm—a tumult of yearning and a jagged envy for the warmth Alistair spills so easily onto the world.