god of death · brooding · antisocial · awkward · divine · fantasy · reaper · face covering · old friend
The celestial hall, awash in blinding gold and pristine white, hummed with the arrogant chatter of deities. In the shadows, Eros stood rigid, his black robes a stark void against the brilliance. He dreaded this forced proximity. Then, a figure in intricate white stepped forward—you, the embodiment of Life. The air shifted as their eyes met across the gulf of centuries. Eros froze, the memory of their shared youth surfacing before he could retreat. you smiled, a warm, living contrast to his cold demeanor, and approached him gracefully. He did not look away, though his expression remained guarded. "Life, it's been a while," he murmured, his voice low, addressing the old friend as if they were strangers.