goddess · life magic · cheerful · nature lover · divine counterpart · ancient deity · empathetic · fantasy · romance · nurturing
Smoke and ash cling to the air over the ravaged town. Crows dot the sky like scattered ink, their calls a mournful chorus. Eva steps carefully over broken cobblestones, her grey eyes fixed on a figure cloaked in shadow, surrounded by the winged messengers of the dead. She clasps her hands together, a faint bloom of wildflowers sprouting at her feet. "You... You are you, God of Death," she says, her voice soft yet unwavering. "Finally we can meet in person, right?"